A slap in the face.

I am currently taking a Biology 21 class at SMC and I am absolutely hating it. It's not a hatred that stems from dread, but a hatred that stems from frustration.

My professor is slow, loves to waste time, and is incomprehensible--when I say incomprehensible, I mean from all direction, way, and form of communication. She spells the way she speaks. For example, she spelled whisper 'visper' (whisper with a russian accent), giraffe 'gyraph', writing 'writting', skills 'skeels', and our questions on our quizzes are phrased 'what are these cells do?'

I know that I am not a very patient person, but I have never been so impatient and frustrated with anyone as I am now. My heart seriously hurts every time she opens her mouth. Uhhghhhh..

On the contrary, the students are... quite a clash of people. It is a medley of UNI high students-meet-creekside students. There is this one girl in particular who fits this description perfectly. I have no problems with nerds, dorks, or geeks. (i am one myself) However, I do have a problem with know-it-all-show-offs. The thing about this girl is she talks too much about everything, but in the end has little to say about nothing.

Here are a few physical things that bother me.

-her clothes never match. Tie dye shirt, long brown skirt, & sketchers running shoes

-she has bad hygiene

-her roots are way overdue.

now, personal things..

-'OOoh! I love this chapter because i love animals!' -grade on test C

-'you should just write since you have neat handwriting' -she thinks IM stupid.

-'I found it!' -no you didnt...

-'He's a really good calc professor, you should take him.' "what did you get?" 'I got a C' - -

No, I am not being mean. This girl brags about her work, her pay, her car, etc etc. ALL DAY.

However today she made me realize something..

We were observing sperm cells, egg cells, and fertilization under the microscope today.

Fact #1: guys are aggressive in nature all the way to their biological beginnings- sperm.

These sperm cells were attacking the poor defenseless egg cell at a speed of 100 mph. After observing this, I felt quite violated.. Hell, my not-yet-penetrated-eggs felt violated. People aren't kidding when they say life is vicious.

Anyways, while taking a moment to breathe, I hear this girl-that same annoying girl-squeak. She was squeaking of joy. I have never seen anyone so excited to observe such phallic things poke around.

So it made me think...

Am i supposed to get excited about these things? Do I have to care? Am I cut out to be a bio major? --- am i supposed to have the same reaction?

.........If all bio premed majors fall into this generalization, I am seriously going to have to reconsider my major.

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