Dance yourself a merry jig!
Ahhh... so close to being free for spring break, and yet so far.... I've got one more class this afternoon (why is it not canceled, Rollie, why?) and I so don't want to go....
Yesterday was pretty fun. After lunch we went to the Animal Care Room and weighed and mazed the mice. We also gave them names! If I concentrate, I may be able to remember all of them.... We gave them themed names, so each group of three had names following a particular theme. One group was the Biology group, so we have Photosynthesis (Photo for short), Drosophila, and... this is so depressing, I can't remember the third bio mouse. It must be like how you can never remember the seventh dwarf or something.... The Organic Chemistry group consists of Isoprene (obviously), Metachloroperbenzoic acid (MCPBA for short, Mickey for shorter, lol), and Tosylate (Tosser). The Computer Science group is Perl, Java, and Megabyte, and the "Cool" group consists of The Doctor, Scarbutt, and Fat Bastard. LOL. Then we have the Music group -- P. Diddy, Ludicrous, and Britney (Spears, duh). Finally, we have the Professors group -- Carter and Hawke for PDAP, and then, of course, a Dr. J. :-P Anyway, so yes, we had fun playing with the mice, and there were a few harrowing escape attempts, lol, and the Dr. J mouse peed on my hand (I'm sure Freud would have something to say about that.... Aie!), lol.
At 4:30 I went to pick up my prospy, Kelsie. She was nice, but not very talkative; I think she was just kind of nervous, but yeah, she was very slow on the conversation end. I showed her around campus and we ended up going to art club, and then to see School of Rock, which was a really fun movie. Then we moshed to Ryan's band for a few songs (bad Laurel and Jamie, hiding away! No one would have made fun of you!) and then came back to my room, where I showed her a few Strong Bad e-mails, and then we went to bed.
Breakfast this morning was all right. There was a massive Harry Potter feature in USAToday, and that was fun. After we ate I took her to her English class (she was interested in English and chemistry, but sadly, she had a tour at 10:15, so she couldn't come to o-chem with me) and then went on to class.
PDAP was actually pretty interesting today. Hawke was talking about neurotransmitters and what illnesses are caused by defiencies or surfeits of particular neurotransmitters. Manic depression is caused by fluctuating levels of norepinephrine, it turns out. Apparently Hawke used to teach classes at a prison with a high incidence of mental illness, and he was told to try and avoid hostage situations with a manic-depressive person at all costs. I could see that, I guess. For those of you who don't know, my father's bipolar, but instead of having fullblown mania, he's only hypomanic, so he's not as outrageous as other people with the illness. Still, though, when he's manic, he can switch from being jovial, charming, witty, to being irrationally apoplectic, in the blink of an eye. He's also been somewhat delusional at times; Mom told me that during his last really bad phase, several years ago, he was beginning to hear voices by the end. And remember, he's only hypomanic. So for a criminal with full mania, where breaks from reality occur quite often, I can see how it would be extremely dangerous to work with someone like that. Thinking about that was pretty sobering, because I was pretty sure that no else in the class had a bipolar person in their family, and they probably had no idea what it was like, seeing as how only 1% of the population has this. But Hawke also told some amusing stories about doctors sticking cocaine up his nose to stop the bleeding when he was in a car accident, and how he was practically addicted to his Demerol shots because they put him in a dreamlike state, lol. Then he was like, "I'm sharing way too much... next subject!"
O-chem was interesting. We learned about yet another addition to alkenes, this one called some word with ozone in it, and we accused Dr. J of just making it up entirely. Halfway through the mechanism for the reaction, Dr. J realized he had no idea what on earth was supposed to be happening in it, so he put a little smiley face next to it and wrote, "OKAY NOT TO KNOW! :)" LOL. We only had ten minutes or so left in class by then, so I raised my hand and said, "Dr. J, I think we should get an extra-long story before spring break." He laughed and then told us a tiny story about the skunkbutt smell of a certain compound, and then the story basically went nowhere, and we were all, "Was that it?" "Oh, fine," he said, "so then the fumes overpowered me and I drove off the side of the road and a firetruck crashed into me, and you know who was on it? RONALD MCDONALD. And then we all ate hamburgers and died of cholesterol poisoning. The end." ROFLMAO. Most surreal story EVAH. LOL!
French was pretty fun, actually. There were only eight or so of us, and Madame spent the period telling us about French holidays and customs. My favorite was the fact that while we have the silly Easter bunny, the French have an even more bizarre custom. Since their bells don't ring on Good Friday, because it's a day of mourning, the bells magically fly to Rome and are blessed by the Pope, and then they fly back bearing eggs for the good girls and boys. ROFLMAO. I love the French.
Sigh... well, I guess I'm off to my propaganda class. WHY isn't it canceled? NO ONE WILL BE THERE BUT ME! LOL....
Edited to Add:I went to my propaganda class, despite being really tempted by the prospect of just staying in my room and chilling. It turned out to be quite fun, actually; there were only nine of us, and we sat in class and discussed personal space, interpersonal communication, superficial everyday conversation, hanging up on telemarketers, bad cop experiences, 80-year-old men saying, "Your cleavage looks great today!" and other fun things. So it was actually kind of cool, and I felt like I got to know more about all the people who actually showed up. Good times :-D
Now I'm just sitting here waiting for Mom to come and pick me up. Portland, here I come!
Yesterday was pretty fun. After lunch we went to the Animal Care Room and weighed and mazed the mice. We also gave them names! If I concentrate, I may be able to remember all of them.... We gave them themed names, so each group of three had names following a particular theme. One group was the Biology group, so we have Photosynthesis (Photo for short), Drosophila, and... this is so depressing, I can't remember the third bio mouse. It must be like how you can never remember the seventh dwarf or something.... The Organic Chemistry group consists of Isoprene (obviously), Metachloroperbenzoic acid (MCPBA for short, Mickey for shorter, lol), and Tosylate (Tosser). The Computer Science group is Perl, Java, and Megabyte, and the "Cool" group consists of The Doctor, Scarbutt, and Fat Bastard. LOL. Then we have the Music group -- P. Diddy, Ludicrous, and Britney (Spears, duh). Finally, we have the Professors group -- Carter and Hawke for PDAP, and then, of course, a Dr. J. :-P Anyway, so yes, we had fun playing with the mice, and there were a few harrowing escape attempts, lol, and the Dr. J mouse peed on my hand (I'm sure Freud would have something to say about that.... Aie!), lol.
At 4:30 I went to pick up my prospy, Kelsie. She was nice, but not very talkative; I think she was just kind of nervous, but yeah, she was very slow on the conversation end. I showed her around campus and we ended up going to art club, and then to see School of Rock, which was a really fun movie. Then we moshed to Ryan's band for a few songs (bad Laurel and Jamie, hiding away! No one would have made fun of you!) and then came back to my room, where I showed her a few Strong Bad e-mails, and then we went to bed.
Breakfast this morning was all right. There was a massive Harry Potter feature in USAToday, and that was fun. After we ate I took her to her English class (she was interested in English and chemistry, but sadly, she had a tour at 10:15, so she couldn't come to o-chem with me) and then went on to class.
PDAP was actually pretty interesting today. Hawke was talking about neurotransmitters and what illnesses are caused by defiencies or surfeits of particular neurotransmitters. Manic depression is caused by fluctuating levels of norepinephrine, it turns out. Apparently Hawke used to teach classes at a prison with a high incidence of mental illness, and he was told to try and avoid hostage situations with a manic-depressive person at all costs. I could see that, I guess. For those of you who don't know, my father's bipolar, but instead of having fullblown mania, he's only hypomanic, so he's not as outrageous as other people with the illness. Still, though, when he's manic, he can switch from being jovial, charming, witty, to being irrationally apoplectic, in the blink of an eye. He's also been somewhat delusional at times; Mom told me that during his last really bad phase, several years ago, he was beginning to hear voices by the end. And remember, he's only hypomanic. So for a criminal with full mania, where breaks from reality occur quite often, I can see how it would be extremely dangerous to work with someone like that. Thinking about that was pretty sobering, because I was pretty sure that no else in the class had a bipolar person in their family, and they probably had no idea what it was like, seeing as how only 1% of the population has this. But Hawke also told some amusing stories about doctors sticking cocaine up his nose to stop the bleeding when he was in a car accident, and how he was practically addicted to his Demerol shots because they put him in a dreamlike state, lol. Then he was like, "I'm sharing way too much... next subject!"
O-chem was interesting. We learned about yet another addition to alkenes, this one called some word with ozone in it, and we accused Dr. J of just making it up entirely. Halfway through the mechanism for the reaction, Dr. J realized he had no idea what on earth was supposed to be happening in it, so he put a little smiley face next to it and wrote, "OKAY NOT TO KNOW! :)" LOL. We only had ten minutes or so left in class by then, so I raised my hand and said, "Dr. J, I think we should get an extra-long story before spring break." He laughed and then told us a tiny story about the skunkbutt smell of a certain compound, and then the story basically went nowhere, and we were all, "Was that it?" "Oh, fine," he said, "so then the fumes overpowered me and I drove off the side of the road and a firetruck crashed into me, and you know who was on it? RONALD MCDONALD. And then we all ate hamburgers and died of cholesterol poisoning. The end." ROFLMAO. Most surreal story EVAH. LOL!
French was pretty fun, actually. There were only eight or so of us, and Madame spent the period telling us about French holidays and customs. My favorite was the fact that while we have the silly Easter bunny, the French have an even more bizarre custom. Since their bells don't ring on Good Friday, because it's a day of mourning, the bells magically fly to Rome and are blessed by the Pope, and then they fly back bearing eggs for the good girls and boys. ROFLMAO. I love the French.
Sigh... well, I guess I'm off to my propaganda class. WHY isn't it canceled? NO ONE WILL BE THERE BUT ME! LOL....
Edited to Add:I went to my propaganda class, despite being really tempted by the prospect of just staying in my room and chilling. It turned out to be quite fun, actually; there were only nine of us, and we sat in class and discussed personal space, interpersonal communication, superficial everyday conversation, hanging up on telemarketers, bad cop experiences, 80-year-old men saying, "Your cleavage looks great today!" and other fun things. So it was actually kind of cool, and I felt like I got to know more about all the people who actually showed up. Good times :-D
Now I'm just sitting here waiting for Mom to come and pick me up. Portland, here I come!