J-Pop till your ears bleed and some UCONN asshattery
Yesterday I finally go to do my first experiment on human blood. I stayed at the lab till 6pm and thought I was going to die by the end. Today's data acquisition has convinced me that someone up there must hate me. All the cell profiles look all wrong despite the fact that the other plates we did (with not my stuff on them) looked perfectly fine. So either I fucked up (probably..) or something it messing up with the chemicals. *sigh* So it's just kinda of upsetting cuz now I don't think I'm going to have very good data at all. At least my project is starting?
Also, UCONN continues it's fine tradition of trying to utterly screw me over at every turn. In the fall I had planned to do an independent study with a W and honor's conversion so that I can finish my research and write a thesis. A 40 page thesis that more than fullfills the W requirement. First step: talk to Sylvain and make sure it's ok. Done and perfect. Second step: email the CLAS academic center to secure a W conversion. Now the UCONN admin comes into play. My answer: due to the reduction in required W classes, we dont allow conversions anymore. Maybe try a different class.. like Anthro W. *screams* Seriously people. I'M WRITING MY HONORS THESIS!! THIS IS HARD ENOUGH WITHOUT YOUR UNPROVOKED FUCKERY TO COMPLICATE THINGS!!! *sigh* So now I'm waiting for my cry for help at the EEB person to be answered. I don't know if I need to handle this through them... the honor's program... or if I need to go over and bitch at someone in CLAS. I'm not going to spend my semester writing a thesis and THEN take another W class with more writing. God knows I'll have to write a paper for Algae Bio too since I'm taking it grad level in the fall.
Oh UCONN... you never fail to try and screw me over.
In other news, home is getting unbearable. I'm sick of hearing my mom complain loudly to me dad about me. I'm sick of not hearing 'good morning' or 'good night'. Tired of the accusing. The disapproving looks. The other day I asked my dad why he couldn't approve of a perfectly reasonable plan of mine that would ensure a week in Virginia *and* Ozzfest before hand. His answer: Do you think I approve of every person I see ever? My thought: I'm not any person.. I'm your child.. I would think that should count for something.
Meh... Such is life
Also, UCONN continues it's fine tradition of trying to utterly screw me over at every turn. In the fall I had planned to do an independent study with a W and honor's conversion so that I can finish my research and write a thesis. A 40 page thesis that more than fullfills the W requirement. First step: talk to Sylvain and make sure it's ok. Done and perfect. Second step: email the CLAS academic center to secure a W conversion. Now the UCONN admin comes into play. My answer: due to the reduction in required W classes, we dont allow conversions anymore. Maybe try a different class.. like Anthro W. *screams* Seriously people. I'M WRITING MY HONORS THESIS!! THIS IS HARD ENOUGH WITHOUT YOUR UNPROVOKED FUCKERY TO COMPLICATE THINGS!!! *sigh* So now I'm waiting for my cry for help at the EEB person to be answered. I don't know if I need to handle this through them... the honor's program... or if I need to go over and bitch at someone in CLAS. I'm not going to spend my semester writing a thesis and THEN take another W class with more writing. God knows I'll have to write a paper for Algae Bio too since I'm taking it grad level in the fall.
Oh UCONN... you never fail to try and screw me over.
In other news, home is getting unbearable. I'm sick of hearing my mom complain loudly to me dad about me. I'm sick of not hearing 'good morning' or 'good night'. Tired of the accusing. The disapproving looks. The other day I asked my dad why he couldn't approve of a perfectly reasonable plan of mine that would ensure a week in Virginia *and* Ozzfest before hand. His answer: Do you think I approve of every person I see ever? My thought: I'm not any person.. I'm your child.. I would think that should count for something.
Meh... Such is life