The Fabulous Kristen told me I was fired for calling myself that. I've become a ridiculous rhymer -- micro lab apparently lends itself to verse . My Weak Streak Technique became Freak Streak Technique after considerable practice (clothing remained intact, but millions of bacteria were propagated in the process). And one day the Bunsen burner and Miss K, well, I only can blame the lame flame... Sorry. I guess my brain is feeble and reverting to its childish ways. And much like I felt toward the end of the last term, I am in a state of aaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!! right about now.
A couple of weeks ago, my class in Warrensburg wrapped. Today I took the final (for a mere 90% of the grade) in another. After Monday, micro lab will be nothing more than a memory and a Gram stain splattered lab coat. But my next two weeks still hold eight tests -- two of them in that darn chem class that has pushed so many of my buttons for the last 15 weeks.
So as of right now, I'm holding a twelve-hour "I'm not going to study anymore" protest. But I don't think anyone will notice. I doubt policies will change. I probably won't make the news. But I won't crack a book. I won't sequence any DNA. I won't type any blood. I won't even think about the twelve steps of bread baking.
Oops, let me correct that...it will be a ten hour protest...I'll be back in class by 8 a.m. Some might call it sleep, but, well, I don't roll like that either.