the devil wears schwacha
What's Next:
1) 24 hours of hell (deamination)
2) Five days of heaven (reanimation)
Commentary:
-Biochemistry is probably the most heinous class I have ever taken (I'm sure Shifty, Dane, and Max would echo my sentiments, just to name a few). With that said, I hate, loathe, despise, and abhor every single class I'm taking this semester. The good news is that this could very well be my last romp in the elderberry bushes with hard science. For that, if nothing else, I thank good Apollo, from fear through the eyes of madness.
-Home is gonna feel good.. televised-Flyers-Sixers-and-Eagles-games good, sleeping-in-til-midnight good, chocolate-ice-cream-and-Flavor-Blasted-Goldfish good. Just to be able to think to myself, 'Homework? Whoddey?!' for a few days is going to be nothing short of like whoa. I just hope I'll return rested and ready for the second stage turbine blade.
Hope Springs:
Next semester is gonna be a veritable 14 credits of easy encrusted in a thin, albeit odious 2-credit film of advanced inorganic excrement. In the comfort of knowing that I'm practically guaranteed an A in most of my Chinese culture classes come Spring Term, I hope to use my free time and newfound sanity to foster friendships that, if otherwise neglected, might very well evaporate or degrade altogether under the volatile- I daresay labile- conditions of the "real-world" melting pot, far removed from the relatively stable Dark-Tower-studded Pitt microcosm. Moreover, I want all the words of an elated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's lexicon to apply to my final months shared with close friends- bodacious, tubular, radical, gnarly (in the good sense of the word), and- come the last of April's cold, acidic showers- "cowaaabunnngaaaaaaaaa!!!"
1) 24 hours of hell (deamination)
2) Five days of heaven (reanimation)
Commentary:
-Biochemistry is probably the most heinous class I have ever taken (I'm sure Shifty, Dane, and Max would echo my sentiments, just to name a few). With that said, I hate, loathe, despise, and abhor every single class I'm taking this semester. The good news is that this could very well be my last romp in the elderberry bushes with hard science. For that, if nothing else, I thank good Apollo, from fear through the eyes of madness.
-Home is gonna feel good.. televised-Flyers-Sixers-and-Eagles-games good, sleeping-in-til-midnight good, chocolate-ice-cream-and-Flavor-Blasted-Goldfish good. Just to be able to think to myself, 'Homework? Whoddey?!' for a few days is going to be nothing short of like whoa. I just hope I'll return rested and ready for the second stage turbine blade.
Hope Springs:
Next semester is gonna be a veritable 14 credits of easy encrusted in a thin, albeit odious 2-credit film of advanced inorganic excrement. In the comfort of knowing that I'm practically guaranteed an A in most of my Chinese culture classes come Spring Term, I hope to use my free time and newfound sanity to foster friendships that, if otherwise neglected, might very well evaporate or degrade altogether under the volatile- I daresay labile- conditions of the "real-world" melting pot, far removed from the relatively stable Dark-Tower-studded Pitt microcosm. Moreover, I want all the words of an elated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's lexicon to apply to my final months shared with close friends- bodacious, tubular, radical, gnarly (in the good sense of the word), and- come the last of April's cold, acidic showers- "cowaaabunnngaaaaaaaaa!!!"