Holy shit I've never liked the number 7 so much

But I still love my grades. Now, let's scour the interwebs for Year 3 internships.

I need a Master's to teach high school chemistry

Today, I received an email from my old uni about an opening for a teaching post in Baltimore, Maryland. Of course, this doesn't apply to me (yet), but I scrolled down the email anyway and read the requirements and details about the post.

Apparently, the hiring body is a private uni-prep school needing someone who can teach high school and AP chemistry. Their requirements are, here goes: Master's degree in Chemistry (or related field, which applies to mine), and excellent communication and leadership skills.

Excuse my french but...there is no fucking way in the world that I am going to teach fucking high school/AP Chem to a bunch of rich kids after going to hell and back while getting a Master's in Chem (or Biochem). 'Competitive rates' MY ASS. 45k in teaching vs 6 figures in the industry. Yes, you may be missing out on the honor of teaching the next Marie Curie, but really now...Marie Curie probably had great mentors, but she drove and satiated her own curiosity. Besides, her mentors were probably doing research themselves, and when you're teaching kids in high school, you don't get to work in a lab. Oh no, you get to prep their practicals and make their own agar gels 'cause they can't be assed to show up at the end of the day to mix agar and water. AND if you teach AP, the school board will probably end up twisting your arm while telling you to teach the AP exam instead of chemistry.

So Careers Center lady, thanks but no thanks. I'd rather work for Pfizer and deal with their ethics, or lack thereof, than teach a bunch of clayheads who expect to be spoonfed and magically get a 5 on the AP exam. meh

Weekend, ay...

Thank you Nathaniel for the excellent training. I found you a match, but I like you more, because one day, our fields will (finally) come together to solve the energy crisis and realize the Venus project. I apologize for not loving Physics as much as you do, looking at little dots of light running around a tunnel just doesn't appeal to me as much as analyzing gels and running centrifuges. But then again, making protons collide is way cooler than looking at PPCs, AS/ADs, or even the Phillips Curve.

So yeah, thanks, blond-haired blue-eyed Eli Wiesel.

When no one answers

sometimes, nobody picks up, and you listen to their voicemail message just to hear a comforting voice
but you don't leave a message
you call again, expecting an apology for not picking earlier, but it's the familiar tone and the familiar message
instead, that pierces through the hum of laptop fans and speeding cars
in that moment, a voice isn't enough
you want the inflections, changing pitches, vocabulary mannerisms, gestures, stories, what they're doing
where they're going, what have they been up to, relationships
and when instructions are over, and you hear the beep
you breathe a sigh of defeat
and hang up

Woman

I feel like I have to fight harder for you.

Perhaps the fear of an old ghost is keeping me on my toes because
it's true when they say ghosts follow the haunted--
ready to gorge itself on the scars left by a cauterized wound.

Finnish girls do it better

Now that I think about it, those were the best exam weeks of my entire academic life.
I went up the wheel.
Dinner and a movie + roses, yes roses, they're pink/yellow, and I see one of them as I fall asleep, assuming that I sleep in my room.

Omg, I have a...girlfriend?

And it's FEBRUARY. It was the 8th of January, then I blinked, and it's semester 2, 2nd day of the 2nd month.

Omg, Valentine's day.

Fuck you, Hallmark.

Let's go, Biochemistry, to academia and its extracurricular activities, with our pirated textbooks and G-Tec C4 0.4mm pens.