As of February 18th at 2:20 PM, I am a Mathematics minor. I know, not that exciting since I’ve basically been planning this since last year, but it’s nice to have it official. I like when I actually know what is going to happen or what is happening now; it keeps me from driving myself crazy worrying about it. Now, I just need to take some Math classes like I planned and I become a Mathematics minor when I graduate.
On that same train of thought, I don’t like it when I don’t know what’s going on. Take Biology for instance, which is usual for me to get angry/upset/frustrated about. Today, we needed to turn in our second draft of a semester-long research project that we had to revise over the past week. I did not even look at it until Tuesday because another member of my group had it to revise, which he didn’t. I was supposed to get it Monday, which I didn’t. I got it Tuesday, and I finished my revisions on Tuesday since I wanted it done and out of my mind.
That didn’t happen either. The same group member failed to complete and send us his revisions, so today during lecture he had five copies printed off. Those copies were wrong, as his parts that he needed to revise would have caused our paper to be rejected. I revised it in between the lecture and the lab (roughly an hour when you account for eating a meager lunch to prevent myself from buckling over, and I worked on the paper while I ate). It turns out that one of his revisions removed part of the section that didn’t need to be removed, and that deletion caused our paper to be rejected.
Reminds you of the delF508 mutation, doesn’t it? It pissed me off! When I brought the five copies down to lab (before the rejection), I slammed them down on our lab bench, said “That better not fucking happen again! This is bullshit!” then sat down. I was fuming.
And he was mad at me for being late. Ironic, isn’t it?