Today started as normally as any other day. I went to my animal phys lab and worked with mice and honeybees, measuring their metabolic rate in multiple environments. That was actually fun, despite the environment where we had to stay in a 4 degree cold room for 20 minutes while taking measuring the amount of oxygen produced by the mouse. That was a bit cold. But we got out a half hour early and I didn't get stung by the bees so I consider that a success! Now everyone is freaking out about how we have to do a full lab report, and they even gave us an entire week off from classes to work on it. This blows my mind as I've had to write so many lab reports over the course of a weekend while having like a midsemester exam on the same day, so all I can say is melbourne students are babied! But I won't complain about an entire weeks material NOT being on the final exam – I already have enough to study for.
I had about an hour before my next class once I went home and ate lunch, so I decided to go find the veterinary school. I walked around aimlessly for about 30 minutes in the general direction that I thought it was and eventually found this wall with a giant horse head sticking out of it – I knew I'd found it! It looks GORGEOUS! Some of the buildings look brand new and I was able to creep inside the windows and see some lab benches with physiology books on them and got practically giddy. I want to go so bad!
My good mood was absolutely killed, though, when I walked back to my human-animal interactions class and opened my computer to check my genetics mark for the midsemester exam. Never has my heart dropped more than seeing the grade “68”. Thankfully a 68 is a B, but my brain has been trained to think “failure” when I see that. Looking at the other marks in the class, I feel a little bit better, but I definitely want to do better on the final now that I know what to expect. This mood was only heightened when I notice a shadow over me and look up to see jerkface trying to casually lean back on the chair next to me while tipping his chin up in a total “bro” like way. I tried as fast I could to look back down at my computer but it was too late. That little second of eye contact was enough to make the jerkface pounce. He sat down next to me.
I tried to look at my computer with such intensity I don't think I've ever done before – anything to avoid talking – but he started with a “so what did you do your essay on?” I quickly told him the welfare of chickens without even looking at him and continued with my reddit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him turn his entire body to face me while he said “well what a coincidence, I wrote about the same exact thing. It was so boring.” Of course he had written about the same subject and thought it was boring. I wouldn't be surprised if he had seen me in the library researching and decided to do the same topic just so he could tell me he thought it was boring. I didn't even warrant his sentence with a response, and I guess he really can't take a hint, because he started up again with “So what are you doing tonight?” Luckily at that moment the class started and I pretended like I didn't hear him, and snuck out ten minutes early from class to avoid any future communication. It is starting to get to the point where I really have to ask myself what am I doing wrong??
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