Tuesday, December 21, 2004
4 down two to go.
Classes have ended, and I'm in the midst of climbing this energy hill before i can completely slide down back to home. Specifically, this should be my hardest obstacle yet, for it is the history of sov course that still never fails to give me nightmares. Still, while I will never ever again touch another upper level history course, what I've learnt, I hope, will never be forgotten. Sigh, if I had 4 years to spare and no sponsor watching over me, I'd have gladly double majored in history and go on another roller coaster ride through time.
I'd miss the Cell bio prof too. True to form, he brought in cookies and a gigantic blower for the final exams "for his conditioning experiments" I guess it was too out of his image to encourage us. While his papers were a killer, the jokes in them were original and were obviously the product of an evil twisted genius. .
made new friends and lost some (as usual). This semester i guess cannot be characterized neatly into either good or bad or anything in between. This semester, like history or cell signalling pathways, or even the nature of human nature (and even more so, the inner world of Stalin), is complex, to say the least. It is not just a "a", perhaps its just is.
I will be glad that this semester is over, but never will I look back with regret. It will remain as it is , as it were: a snapshot of emotion in time.
Classes have ended, and I'm in the midst of climbing this energy hill before i can completely slide down back to home. Specifically, this should be my hardest obstacle yet, for it is the history of sov course that still never fails to give me nightmares. Still, while I will never ever again touch another upper level history course, what I've learnt, I hope, will never be forgotten. Sigh, if I had 4 years to spare and no sponsor watching over me, I'd have gladly double majored in history and go on another roller coaster ride through time.
I'd miss the Cell bio prof too. True to form, he brought in cookies and a gigantic blower for the final exams "for his conditioning experiments" I guess it was too out of his image to encourage us. While his papers were a killer, the jokes in them were original and were obviously the product of an evil twisted genius. .
made new friends and lost some (as usual). This semester i guess cannot be characterized neatly into either good or bad or anything in between. This semester, like history or cell signalling pathways, or even the nature of human nature (and even more so, the inner world of Stalin), is complex, to say the least. It is not just a "a", perhaps its just is.
I will be glad that this semester is over, but never will I look back with regret. It will remain as it is , as it were: a snapshot of emotion in time.
