Bleagh. Not having a good day so far. Yesterday afternoon I went to an Indian culture play-thingie with the boy and his family and ate dinner there, got home and screwed around for a long time, completely neglecting to study for my microbiology exam. It’s stuff I already knew, so I just glanced over everything. I slept at the boy’s, woke up this morning and…
FUCK! 8:00! My orgo lab already started! Wake up. Didn’t you set the alarm, honey? Damn, you forgot. That’s cool. Throw my clothes on, grab a banana from his counter, troop outside in the freezing rain (damn, didn’t bring my bike last night). Luckily, get to lab just as things are getting started (weren’t they doing anything productive for the last twenty minutes???). Proceed with lab. Do everything right but totally fuck up last step. No crystals are forming in my flask. I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT FOR THREE HOURS AND I MAKE ONE LITTLE MISTAKE AT THE END AND I’M OUT OF LUCK? Shove flask in my drawer in some ice, hoping that some crystals will form in the next week. Praying my TA won’t notice I didn’t hand in a lab report, and that just in case my crystals don’t form, the dude will have some extra on hand next week, because we’re going to be using those same crystals for the next few labs. It’s 11:10. Exam starts in twenty minutes.
Icy winds outside. Friggin’ weather, it’s SEPTEMBER, not JANUARY, is that clear?! Get into exam room. Glance over notes once more. OK, think I’m gonna do all right. Get test.
It’s not over all the broad, general stuff that you’ll actually NEED for a successful microbiology career someday, it’s petty, stupid, ultra-specific shit you’d only have remembered if you started studying at 12:20 last Friday and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I plow through as best I can. You expect me to remember which of the kingdom number proposals was based on rRNA sequence phylogeny? As best as I can recall, you didn’t even mention that in class! Seriously, I’ve been to every single class and I can’t recall ever hearing those words. Damn professor. If you weren’t so nice I’d walk up and bean you over the head with a scanning electron microscope. (Which, by the way, uses a thin film of gold to scan samples. I got that one right by a lucky guess. Doesn’t that feel fucking awesome?!)
I MAYBE got a 70%. If I got lucky. And this was over the shit I already knew.
Oh, and my ankle hurts because yesterday my heel came loose from the sole of my shoe and I walked for 30-odd minutes with that shoe off and that foot on tippy-toe because the heels of that pair of shoes are about 3 inches high.
Plus I have to pee. Haven’t done that yet today.
Hoping this day will go better from now on,