HFCS: effika’s blog

I had my Zoo lab this morning. It’s taught by an enigmatic grad student. I think the best way to describe him would be Indiana Jones, but with frogs. He’s been all over the world, camped out in rain forests and stuff, looking at amphibians.

I discovered a personality trait in lab today that I thought I’d finally beaten down into submission, but alas, it reared it’s ugly head again. The lab guy would ask questions, stuff like “Show of hands, how many of you really understand what you read about health in the media” and “Did any of you understand what I just said about genes?” I’d want to raise my hand or answer affirmatively, but I couldn’t. My mouth and arms wouldn’t move an inch. I know I’m not as intelligent as I used to be, but it irks me when I can’t even admit to what little of it I have anymore. There’s some preppy pre-med student in my lab who’s now the teacher’s pet. It annoys me, since I know more and could phrase all of her answers better, but I just can’t make myself speak. I didn’t know I was this shy anymore.

Maybe more later, maybe not. Have an early class tomorrow again.