School Daze
Have started - just tipping my toe in the water a bit - in on my assignments for skool.
God, as much as I may look back with big sighs and "Oh, what may have been!"s about becoming an astrobiologist, reading though my Human Biology textbook has reminded me why I dropped that shiz in the first place:
I'm just no goddamn good at it.
God bless those people who have a natural aptitude for this sort of thing, formulas, solutions, molecules, scientific names, etc...from the time I was in the 5th grade onward I was absolutely sure I wanted to be a scientist. I believed that %110 until a week before I went to Smith, when I visited a real lab and spoke with some working astrobiologists, when I looked at my schedule and felt nothing but dread. It's still a bit bittersweet to think about it, that I drooled over that career from the time I was concentrating on coloring between the lines to when I was concentrating on driving between the lines, only to realize at the end that the subject I wanted to do the most was the one where my brain just wouldn't work.
Then when I found a subject and major in college that actually worked, that I was excited about, that I was good at, I graduated and...nothing happened. Life happened. Something happened. What happened?
Oh well, hopefully I can make it through these chemistry and anatomy courses with not only decent grades but enough of an understanding to actually use in Funeral Services.
God, as much as I may look back with big sighs and "Oh, what may have been!"s about becoming an astrobiologist, reading though my Human Biology textbook has reminded me why I dropped that shiz in the first place:
I'm just no goddamn good at it.
God bless those people who have a natural aptitude for this sort of thing, formulas, solutions, molecules, scientific names, etc...from the time I was in the 5th grade onward I was absolutely sure I wanted to be a scientist. I believed that %110 until a week before I went to Smith, when I visited a real lab and spoke with some working astrobiologists, when I looked at my schedule and felt nothing but dread. It's still a bit bittersweet to think about it, that I drooled over that career from the time I was concentrating on coloring between the lines to when I was concentrating on driving between the lines, only to realize at the end that the subject I wanted to do the most was the one where my brain just wouldn't work.
Then when I found a subject and major in college that actually worked, that I was excited about, that I was good at, I graduated and...nothing happened. Life happened. Something happened. What happened?
Oh well, hopefully I can make it through these chemistry and anatomy courses with not only decent grades but enough of an understanding to actually use in Funeral Services.