… The answer to that question is yes.
A more elaborate answer is yes, but barely. Part of being a college student (or human being, in general), is the ability to ingest as much pie as possible, and to handle stress.
People watching during finals week is always interesting: there are the productive people who looks like robots rooted to the spot;there are caffeine-loaded people, whose bodies’ pumped with energy drinks and coffee are so alert that they jump every time a page is turned; there are the sleepy people who are drooling on their notes, eyes half open… there are people like me who try to avoid the inevitable by watching the bees buzzing around us, trying to understand what is going on, and crying a little inside.
This weekend is the Loudness where people dance the last dance before plunging themselves into books during the Reading Period, but here in Bigelow, things are a little more extreme and hardcore. There are Lab reports and question sets to be finished, data to analysis, meetings to attend, posters to finish and print, and of course, the cherry on the top of this beautifully hectic and quickly melting sundae, the Biogeochemistry course final.
Oh, marine biogeochemistry, my dear MBGC, how you tease me all the time. Biogeochemistry and I share a complicated relationship. Yes, it’s true that it was me who lure you into my life, but you have been a difficult lover since our first encounter. Your delicate equations, your exquisite trace metals speciations drive me crazy with a hot desire to understand you, to adore you, but alas! From the very beginning, our love was doomed. For you were this beautiful ocean of knowledge, full of waves and adventure, yet my boat of chemistry skills is all but old and tattered. I frantically try to capture you in my mind, to hold your wisdom and answer your riddles, but you are always one (hundred) step(s) ahead. Thankfully, my captain Ben and my Colby mates have been here, or I will just be dazed by your infinite awesomeness and lose my mind. I love you yet I am scared of you, but a man (or woman) can only be as strong as his (or her) appetite to conquer the impossible. I love you, my dear MBGC, so please guide me as I explore you ever more. Love and hate is separate by a thin line, and you, my playful nymph, skip from one side to another.
I think I need another cup of coffee. Make it twenty.
Lately, my outlet has been cooking. I find it very soothing to watch the rice puffed up in the coconut milk and the curry bubbling slowly in the pot. Everyone needs a break to keep on going, and cooking for others and myself allow me to calm down and breath, protected by a bubble of fragrances and steam.
Live long and prosper, my friends.
P.S.: I wrote this.
I don’t know how you work. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for chemistry know-hows, I can tell you I don’t have much smarts. But what I do have is a very particular set of skills; stubborn persistance that I have acquired over a very long academic career. Stubbornness that makes me a nightmare for subjects like you. If you let me go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will conquer the hell outta you.
P.S.S.: I am sorry that I did not draw any doodles.