Archive for March 10th, 2010

It’s nice out today, sunny and breezy and cool. Next week is spring break, and this week is quickly becoming the “week that would never end” for most people who, like myself, are very much keen on their vacation.

We had a quiz today in O-Chem, a surprise since we had one on Monday. “What the heck, Sergei?” as Charles said. I think he’s trying to mess with us. That class has been pretty interesting – we have been going over concepts from last semester, but in more depth, and using lots of Hammett plotts. Don’t ask any of us about Rho values. It won’t go over well.

Chem Lab is the official Gripe Class of the sophomore-year pre-meds. Don’t mention unknowns, please, nor NMR. Definitely leave the concept of “derivatives” out of any conversation with one of us. Jokes about 190-proof ethanol solvent are still up for grabs, and reminders of how nice methyl benzoate smells (whether that’s a sign it will kill you or make you high, we’re not yet sure). Don’t ask which unknown I am on – “let’s not and say we did!”

Last week we had a Cell Bio test; comments about that have been censored down to the following:

“That…test….pain.”

I will choose to not report on this week’s sexual puns in O-Chem. Don’t ask me why one can make so many innuendo-ridden jokes about aliphatic substitution. Well, I know the answer, but don’t all the same. Elimination has not proved to be as fertile ground, but trust me, that doesn’t stop anybody.

Yeah…speaking of Cell and Chem, I noticed that the ranks have thinned between last week’s tests and tomorrow’s drop date. I can’t make any comments; this time last year I was dropping Cell as I had made a total of a 100 points – between the first and second tests. Ouch.

Anyways, I have to go pick up a quiz, drop off a lecture recording, and check to see if I got my first unknown right. Then, it’s back to the library to carefully write out Bio cards and maybe see if I can find the CRC to look up melting points of various liquid nitro-anisoles. Sigh. Spring break, please arrive.

By the way, according to my friend Clay, I should not call this a “blog” because “every idiot has a blog.” I thought about calling it an online journal, but that’s too many syllables, so I will continue to call it a blog and hope that once people read it they will at least regulate me to some of the wittier ranks of blogging morons.