I’m Alive

I’m still alive courtesy of this song on repeat: Alive by Sia

Sia always makes epic music. I’m pretty sure Alive is going to be my Finals Anthem.

My Directed Study has been going very well, it’s actually coming to a close now, I think I have one lab day left where I work by myself and then on November 25th I’ll be doing the Barking Sulfur experiment.

For my Directed Study, I researched/prepared 3 demonstrations for 2 presentations at a local high school. The demonstrations were a vitamin C clock reaction, cabbage indicator demo (you can actually do both of those at home), and a burning money demo. However, instead of burning money, I burnt my professor’s “notes” and all of the kids loved that. My prof also joined me and did his traffic light reaction, elephant toothpaste, and fluorescent materials demos. It was kind of weird because a month prior to the presentation, he asked if he could join (because he absolutely LOVES doing demos) and I had to remind him that he was sort of obligated to come because he had to be present in order to assign me a mark for the presentations. I feel like over the course of this Directed Study I have taught him a few things about being a teacher, and it isn’t like he’s a new prof, I’m pretty sure he’s in his 50’s. However, I found out that for some reason profs never take any education classes…WHICH EXPLAINS A LOT ABOUT MY FORMER PROF WHO I THOUGHT WAS A DEMON.

Speaking of the devil, demon prof is actually NICE to me now! Once, she opened a door for me and asked me how I was doing and I’m like:

When she asked me how I was doing, I told her that I was trying to get my Directed Study prof to let me set something on fire for my presentation and she LAUGHED and said “Oh, I know you’ll get fire into your presentation somehow”…and I DID. My presentation may have inspired future pyromaniacs. BUT BACK TO DEMON PROF. I think this means that after all the crap she threw at me, she actually LIKES me…even after I turned Transition Metals and Physical Chem labs into 3 hours where she had to deal with my shenanigans and she couldn’t leave. I don’t mean to brag, but before demon prof knew me, she was pretty uptight and several people quit Chemistry and changed their majors and all the Chem minors are avoiding her. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still Chem minors avoiding her and there are not a lot of Chem majors (lol, In my year I think there are only 2 or 3 Chem majors, including me…THAT’S how efficient demon prof is). However, she was significantly more chill in my last lecture + lab class with her (Physical Chem) than she was in my first class with her (Inorganic Chem 1) and now she’s even being FRIENDLY. Oh, how she has grown. I’m proud of myself for exhausting her to the point where she just chilled out.

In other news, I still got the touch in Art History! In the middle of my Art History midterm, I was all like “This is just a pile of crap, I’m going to die.” When I get to that point, I still tried to analyze the paintings I was supposed to, but there was a certain “fuck it” flavour to my response. For example, I was supposed to analyze this work of art using queer theory:

Naturally, my description of the scene was “…and the decor can only be described as FABULOUS.” I got a smiley face for that, it was great. I also got an A on that midterm, so everything turned out in the end! By the way, this is Yasumasa Morimura’s Futago; it’s a “queered” version of Manet’s Olympia.

Unfortunately, now in Art History we have covered psychoanalysis, and let me tell you, Freud was one crazy dude. Like, legit crazy. Anyways, I need to go to sleep before I get legit crazy.

I’m Still Alive!

So I know I went dead for a while there (lol for two entire months), but I’m still alive!!  Like I had mentioned in my previous post, I had a huge amount of work to do in March that also carried over into April.  I have been done my finals for a week now and it feels great!!  The best part of the whole ordeal of finals?  I FINISHED MY LAST DEMON PROF CLASS EVER.  I’ve already gotten the marks back for all of my chemistry classes and I got two A-‘s and a B+ (demon prof’s class).  I’m still waiting for my Anthropology mark but who cares! I passed all my important chemistry classes!  I shall never have 5 chem classes that all have labs ever again!

Also, I think I might have gotten into my directed study that I’ve been working all year to keep my GPA up for.  It’s still a little bit fuzzy because even though the prof who I’m doing the directed study under was like “yeah, I think you got it, because your directed study is in my schedule” and the academic advisor was also like “yeah, you pretty much have it” but at the same time I haven’t heard anything from the university, and the academic advisor is the ONLY person who can enroll me in that course. So, I’m kinda going like this right now:

So more about that later in the summer…but I have a feeling I’m going to meet with my academic advisor near the beginning of the next academic year to be like “FOR PETE’S SAKE, ENROLL ME!!”  I really wish I didn’t have to depend on my academic advisor, but that’s the process and I can’t do anything about it

Also, in the previous post I said I only was doing 3 chemistry classes?….Well…I think I managed to get myself into a fourth one.

But that was to avoid a drama class because those drama kids make us weirdos who call themselves artists look tame.  From my experience, out of all of the fine arts (art, music and drama) artists and music students are relatively on the same page as far as weirdness goes.  Meanwhile, drama kid’s weirdness is from an entirely different book.  Seriously, for a final project in drama, one kid presented in the middle of the campus, nearly naked and he was whipping himself with wire and dripping candle wax on himself as well.  THAT’S the level of insanity they operate at. So I’m retiring to the safety net of chemistry and taking an extra class that won’t count towards my major; it’ll just be for fun.

I Stand Corrected

The week I mentioned in the previous was pretty crazy–but that was just one week out of the semester!  I looked at the month of March and I realized that I have 27 assignments and 38 readings to do!  Oh boy.  If I survive March and remember to plan my classes for next year then I am sure that copious amounts of pizza will be eaten.

I can’t wait for next year because I’ll only have 3 chemistry classes to complete and none of them have labs, but I may just end up giving myself a lab if I get into the directed study that I’ve been slaving away the entire year for.  I know I’ve been a chemistry student for WAAY too long when I can’t help but feel a little bit lost at the prospect of zero labs.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when I transfer to the Main campus (the campus I’m at right now is a branch of a big university) and continue chipping away at my education courses and don’t have any labs at all (or even art classes!).  Perhaps my education placements will fill the hole.

Anyways, it has come to my attention that I’ve been writing this blog for a year now.  I haven’t looked back on my posts (haha, I probably shouldn’t be procrastinating by writing this post) because of the little time that I have, but I know school has been a roller coaster of a ride this past year.  I’ve gotten over challenges I couldn’t imagine myself on the other side of and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all the time spent joking around with friends.  Here’s to the next roller coaster ride year!

Cray Cray

Now that I’ve recovered from last week, LET ME TELL YOU A THING.

Last week was absolutely crazy.  I’m actually surprised that I managed to average about 6.25 hours of sleep each night because I had so much due.  For labs, I had a formal lab report and two informal post labs, plus 3 pre-labs to hand in. I had a Phys chem midterm, which I thought I had done an epic fail on, but it turned out that I got 80%, a Sociology quiz, and a Analytical Chem midterm.  ON TOP OF THAT, I had a bunch of Sociology readings to do, so that I would have a hope in heck that I would actually know what on earth I was saying in the quiz (by the way, multiple choice tests are a god send), and I had more readings to do for organic chemistry 3 so that I would have an inkling as to what I was talking about.  However, as soon as the class collectively started talking about the topic, I realized that not only did I know nothing, but the class as a whole had no clue what we were doing….and the prof was all like: YOU MUST FIND THIS ON YOUR OWN, PADAWANS.  I WILL ONLY TELL YOU GUYS WHEN YOU’RE BEING RETARDS.  I’m finding that I don’t really like it when the prof does that because I don’t even feel like an adulty enough adult to figure this complicated stuff that should be easy–BUT IT IS NOT.  We were basically talking about why Azulene was blue and man the class struggled with a question that should have been simple but it was not.  I feel like I’m going to develop a passionate love/hate relationship with molecular orbital theory; it explains everything!  But it is such a pain because it gets really complicated really fast.
ie/ First year Molecular orbital theory:

Second year molecular orbital theory:

The one above is even still simple enough that humans can do it…anything more complicated than this probably has to be done by a computer.  By the way, molecular orbital theory isn’t just about drawing a bunch of lines, you have to understand the energy levels and what shape the lobes are and what promoting electrons between orbitals will all mean…etc.

Thank goodness it’s reading break right now, or else I’d probably go even more insane then I already am.

The sarcasm roll

In this past week, I feel like I’ve been going on a sarcastic roll, and either it’s started because I want to drown myself in nutella because midterms are coming up fast, or because of that whole “art History is pointless” scene where I educated my prof. Actually I probably didn’t educate demon prof because she’s a really stubborn person who will resist change as long as she’s alive.

Seriously.  Demon prof was teaching my Physical Chem class about enzymes, and for some reason she mentioned that whenever she sees the ending “ase” she shudders and I almost raised my hand and asked if she hated mayonnaise.  I didn’t because earlier in that class a guys phone went off and it was playing “Carry On My Wayward Son” so I was in the corner going:

Meanwhile demon prof scolded the guy and she was all like “Did you even attend the first class when I covered cellphones??”
Guy: “probably not”

Another instance in my sarcasm roll is that one day a bio prof came into my O Chem 3 class to do a peer evaluation for my O Chem prof and she was all like “Sorry! I’m crashing your guy’s party!”
Me: “Are you even certified in party crashing?”
I only said that loud enough for my friend to hear and she started laughing.

Later in that same class, my O Chem prof was all like “If you open a can of pop why does carbon dioxide go out and never come back into the can?”
I was just about to say “It just wants to be FREE” but then somebody said the correct answer which was entropy.

ADDITIONALLY, today my O chem prof went over the molecular orbital theory for methane.  There’s only 3 people in that O chem class that has taken enough Inorganic Chem to already know what goes on and two of them were apparently grinning, because the prof noticed them looking at each other and smiling. Meanwhile I assumed that I must have had a terrified look on my face because I had tried so hard to suppress the memories of all my Inorganic Chem classes.  Anyways, so my O Chem prof said “GUESS WHAT!  You know how in first year we told you that all of the bonds in methane are the same?  WE LIED AND MOLECULAR ORBITAL THEORY PROVES THAT WE LIED!”

Then, later when he was wrapping up the methane molecular orbital theory slide, my o chem prof was all like “NOW! What’s the big take away from this slide?”
Me: *quietly* “That you lied.”

The Battle Continues

Okay so from the title you already know this is going to be about that one demon prof that taught me Transition Metals.

There’s this thing that said demon prof does…or rather doesn’t do.  For Inorganic Chem 1, 2 and Transition Metals she has never posted any answers to any of her sample midterms or finals.  So I finally had enough of it the other day and I asked her “Hey, can you just explain to me why you never post the answers to the sample material?”

This is almost word for word what she told me: “I don’t post the answers because it can better simulate the mystery that happens when you’re actually taking the test. You won’t know if you have questions right or wrong when you’re actually writing it.”

I’m sure this was my facial expression:

Believe me I argued as much as I could without doing any potential damage to my marks. I told her that not knowing if I was doing something right or wrong does not help me or anyone study for a test.  Unfortunately, the farthest I got with her was “I see your point…but I’m still not going to post the answers.”

I am surprised that I didn’t walk to the nearest wall and start smashing my head into it….or go like this:

Also, the worst part is that because I probably looked like I was screaming internally, my demon prof was laughing throughout the entire conversation.

So two can play at this game.  Well okay, I can’t really participate in this game, because I’m sure that my marks will probably suffer if I participate too enthusiastically.

Anyways, so fast forwards to today in my lab–which is turning into 3 hours where demon prof has to deal with me and my shinanegans.

So I heard demon prof saying to another student “I don’t even know what’s the point of Art History” and because of my Art minor, as soon as she said “Art” I was all like:

And I was all like “NOW HOLD ON ONE SECOND. ART HISTORY IS SO IMPORTANT.”

Demon prof: “It’s just paintings though”

Me: “BUT THERE ARE SYMBOLS IN THOSE PAINTING THAT YOU HAVE TO INTERPRET AND YOU CAN EVEN TELL EXACTLY WHAT FAMILY COMMISSION THE PAINTING AND–“

I was about to launch into my Medici and oranges speech but my prof was like “Okay, okay, I made a mistake saying that around you”

Damn straight you did make a mistake.  If she EVER happens to mention art again I am going to have a heyday and SHE WILL RECEIVE MY FULL WRATH IN THE NAME OF ART.

Winter 2015 begins

Oh my lord!  I had my first Organic Chem 3 lecture yesterday and my awesome prof talked about his son, who I call Stormagedon (Dark Lord of All), and his infant daughter.  I’ve decided that I’m going to call his daughter M, not because her name starts with a M, but because (Judi Dench’s) M from James Bond was a bad ass and also controlled MI6; while this kid obviously doesn’t control MI6, she clearly already controls my prof (she’s not even a year old, btw).  My prof opened the first day of class with a little story about his two kids and how he slammed the front door and was all like “Santa was just here!!” and Stormagedon was running around looking for Santa.  It’s just so adorable!!  It’s also beautiful to see how much my prof loves his kids.

In other news my printer choked and almost died on some Organic Chem 3 notes.  I’m not sure if I should take that as an omen of whats to come.  It didn’t help that it happened before my first O chem 3 class, and also my prof had to make the “don’t panic quite yet” speech because our labs are now worth the same weight as our midterms.  Which, granted that’s about 12.5 %, but when profs say something is worth the same as midterms, I start panicking and questioning my life choices.  Like why on earth did I choose a Chemistry major?  However, the answer is really easy: I got bored of biology, didn’t want to be a math and physics major (you can’t just major in one at my uni for math and physics), and I thought I would be blowing stuff up at this point in my academic career if I chose a Chem major.  But my disappointment in not being able to blow something up or even set something on fire is apparently typical of chemists because I’ve heard people say that chemists are never truly happy unless something is on fire…That pretty much describes about 80% of my personality.

Finally, I created a monster when I told my friends to re-imagine Macbeth, but taking death as one would in the (music) Baroque sense.  I hadn’t realized what I had created until my two friends started talking about some of the deaths in that play and then I was like “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!”