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Okay. So my math prof. reminds me of my grandfather. In a good way. I may not know my grandfather all that well, but the memories and the thoughts I do have of him (he's still alive. The last G.parent I have left) are for the most part happy and enjoyable. This is a good thing. I can relate to this man and perhaps I can hopefully do better.
I have 6 research projects this semester. One in Genetics and Evolution, One or three in Virology ( I can't remember off the top of my head) and three in Field research. I'm soo excited. I get to actually plan and carry out a field assignment for the next 15 weeks. I'm such a dork.
I'm thinking I'm going to study the various wildlife in the various growths around here. There's original growth (trees and shrubs that were never disturbed during the first settlement because the ground was unsuitable for anything else at the time) Secondary growth (agricultural lands that have been allowed to go wild again... that now include trees) and primary growth (the moss and grasses that occur after agriculture is finished with an area and the soil needs to refertilize itself.) I'll need to catch and catalog it all and hopefully Dr. Garry can help me with the equiptment I need.
I'm soooo excited.
Then I've decided I want to do mitochondrial DNA replication and mutations for my genetic's research paper. Now if I can find enough information on that it will rule. Mitochondria are my favorite little organelle. I did a paper awhile back on Mitochondrial DNA and the "Eve Hypothesis" for Anthropology.
Other than that Life is boring. I hate men, I hate meeting new people (both of which are really lies but I'm pretending they're not today) and I hate wondering when my family is going to be normal again. Oh wait, they never were. Heh. Well as normal as they were.
My Uncle is digging up the whole ordeal over my grandmother's death again. Which is stressing out my mom hardcore. I mean she just snaps like there's no tomorrow. This I understand. I saw a picture of my grandma on her death bed that I had to take for evidence and I almost retched. Not because it was disgusting but because it was my grandma and she was dead. I had to take a picture of my dead grandma. I, too, flipped out. And I would now if I had to go through the whole ordeal all over again and through the papers.
But I don't. I won't and I refuse to right now.
I'll be back in a bit!
I have 6 research projects this semester. One in Genetics and Evolution, One or three in Virology ( I can't remember off the top of my head) and three in Field research. I'm soo excited. I get to actually plan and carry out a field assignment for the next 15 weeks. I'm such a dork.
I'm thinking I'm going to study the various wildlife in the various growths around here. There's original growth (trees and shrubs that were never disturbed during the first settlement because the ground was unsuitable for anything else at the time) Secondary growth (agricultural lands that have been allowed to go wild again... that now include trees) and primary growth (the moss and grasses that occur after agriculture is finished with an area and the soil needs to refertilize itself.) I'll need to catch and catalog it all and hopefully Dr. Garry can help me with the equiptment I need.
I'm soooo excited.
Then I've decided I want to do mitochondrial DNA replication and mutations for my genetic's research paper. Now if I can find enough information on that it will rule. Mitochondria are my favorite little organelle. I did a paper awhile back on Mitochondrial DNA and the "Eve Hypothesis" for Anthropology.
Other than that Life is boring. I hate men, I hate meeting new people (both of which are really lies but I'm pretending they're not today) and I hate wondering when my family is going to be normal again. Oh wait, they never were. Heh. Well as normal as they were.
My Uncle is digging up the whole ordeal over my grandmother's death again. Which is stressing out my mom hardcore. I mean she just snaps like there's no tomorrow. This I understand. I saw a picture of my grandma on her death bed that I had to take for evidence and I almost retched. Not because it was disgusting but because it was my grandma and she was dead. I had to take a picture of my dead grandma. I, too, flipped out. And I would now if I had to go through the whole ordeal all over again and through the papers.
But I don't. I won't and I refuse to right now.
I'll be back in a bit!