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The first day
Well, darlings, it's the first day of school, and my head is already swimming. Okay, that's a lie. I'm very nearly overcome with ennui--if such a thing is possible. Is it me? Is it the Big Z? I am taking intensive biochemistry, the second semester of organic chemistry, research ethics, a molecular methods lab, microbiology and the lab, and I have time for this? No, not really. But I have an hour for lunch, and I'm chewing as I type this, darling. Munch, munch. So, my first professor is a well-known dud amongst his colleagues. So, I worry, you know. I worry that somehow that's going to bite me in the ass. Should I worry? My next professor is a really charming old guy. Not really charming in a personality kind of way, but charming in that he's mostly harmless and pretty upfront about things. And he cracks jokes that fall flat, so of course I can't help but love him. My next professor once substitute taught a lecture I took, and he is ex-marine sarge scary. You know the type. People who have had him before love him. But I'm not much on authority, so I don't know how I'm going to feel about the whole matter. I generally know my other professors and instructors at least by sight and reputation if not in a personal sort of way, so I'm not that worried about what is going to happen to me.
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