Monday Morning Blues

I just spent an hour in Biochem wasting away my soul. God this woman who claims to be my professor cannot teach. I'm not pretending to know the material better than her, or have immaculate presentation skills. However, how can you expect your kids to learn when all you do is stand there and show us pictures of reactions. She doesn't bother to properly explain the diagrams she provides, write anything down, and she flips through the slides on her powepoint presentations like a newly concieved baby divides cells. It is nearly impossible to follow her. I can't wait until course evaluations...

Now you may be thinking, well maybe if you went to class and paid attention it wouldn't be so bad. For that you get a big "fuck you" from me. I admit, I don't go to class as often as I should (especially since I'm already on campus) but when I go I try and pay attention. My attention span is limited but should you actually teach properly, you'll have no issue engaging me. Oh well, I'll go home and start studying tonight and see how that goes...

In other news, only 2.5 weeks until my Invertebrate essay is due... that gets a huge FML. I'm researching Diel Vertical Migration of Zooplankton (sound exciting??) and while my research is complete, I have a feeling no matter how hard I try, I'm not going to do so great. Dave Barton is one of the smartest and most knowledgable people I've ever met. If I just give him a paper relaying information I found he definitely won't be impressed and most certainly feel the need to give me an astoundingly appropriate 50%.

10:55 am, Monday morning and I'm stressing again. It's only Monday!! Is this a result of the time change? Are the planets improperly lined for me today? Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Horoscope says I'm turning into a gelatinous mass and need to hit the gym. I did roll to the left this morning...