|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
I took my organic chem midterm today, four weeks into the semester. I think I did okay, which means that I did terribly. And then I had to come to work.
I complain about work a lot, but what I'm not ever telling is about how much I learn here. I think the experience has been invaluable in terms of having learned lab techniques, etc., but I am also undergoing this kind of personal shift from having worked in this lab. I don't talk a lot about how it is to work in a lab where 95% of the time I'm listening to Chinese, and where I am the only american, but it has been a gift. A gift and a curse--like most things.