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I never update. But no one updates anymore. I've been writing in an online journal for five years. I want to never write again because I never know what to say, but because I've been doing this for so long, I feel like I should not stop, or something. I don't really know. Whatever, it doesn't matter.
We're halfway through the first semester already. As usual, it's flying by. I'm trying my best to keep up with my work, but I always feel like I can't catch up. My research is going well. I run tests on mice given a drug that induces autism in babies when given prenatally. I have to run behavioral tests on baby mice to see how well they do with tasks that develop in normal baby mice. It's extremely interesting, and I like doing it, but I feel myself leaning more and more toward cognition and development in babies now. I felt like I actaully knew what I wanted to do. I really thought I wanted to play with mice and drugs for the rest of my life and teach college kids my research. Well, maybe I don't anymore. And my biology classes are so hard for me. I don't know why I am still a bio minor.
On a different note, I wish I lived in the 60s and 70s and led the life my parents did. I wish I was a hippie and I went to Woodstock. I live vicarously through my dad's stories of drugs and rock and roll (minus the sex) in the 70s. I am entirely envious.
By the way, my Halloween costume is awesome. I bought a Sully, from Monsters, Inc. costume for a 4-6 year old at target.
We're halfway through the first semester already. As usual, it's flying by. I'm trying my best to keep up with my work, but I always feel like I can't catch up. My research is going well. I run tests on mice given a drug that induces autism in babies when given prenatally. I have to run behavioral tests on baby mice to see how well they do with tasks that develop in normal baby mice. It's extremely interesting, and I like doing it, but I feel myself leaning more and more toward cognition and development in babies now. I felt like I actaully knew what I wanted to do. I really thought I wanted to play with mice and drugs for the rest of my life and teach college kids my research. Well, maybe I don't anymore. And my biology classes are so hard for me. I don't know why I am still a bio minor.
On a different note, I wish I lived in the 60s and 70s and led the life my parents did. I wish I was a hippie and I went to Woodstock. I live vicarously through my dad's stories of drugs and rock and roll (minus the sex) in the 70s. I am entirely envious.
By the way, my Halloween costume is awesome. I bought a Sully, from Monsters, Inc. costume for a 4-6 year old at target.