Genetics pansed me to steal my lunch money

First of all, my happy post on Thanksgiving will be posted to my other blog. You'll be missing out if you miss that one. So without further ado...

I've decided to take Human Genetics. My options at this point are to retake regular Genetics, which I refuse to do (because that class has embittered me enough, my professor is just evil enough that retaking it would not ensure a better outcome, and I haven't really learned much from him up to this point (so I really have very little hope of learning anything with a second go of it). The fact of the matter is that I had the option to begin with of either taking Genetics or Human Genetics to fulfill this pre-requisite for my major, and I chose incorrectly. But regardless of how my grades turn out for this class, I can take Human Genetics, have a new professor that actually has a chance of having ethics, teaching skills, and a desire to teach instead of crushing the wills of people who could potentially become excellent doctors because "I couldn't make it as one and copped out by going into research." I would actually go into research by the way, if I went to med school--because that's where my interest lies--but some researchers are bitter wanna-be's who see their research as a holier-than-thou opportunity towards practitioners, and I think that's my professor. Only I don't think he is. He really loves research, but he would have made a terrible practitioner, and he definitely has a high opinion of himself. Very much the name dropper, and he refers to all these people in our text, that most of us have ever heard of before, on a first name basis with random stories that aren't at all impressive.

So I'm actually excited about Human Genetics. I have the little I've unintentionally gleaned from regular Genetics, and now I get to add to it with a better knowledge of a more intimate focus of Genetics. And when I ace that class, which I plan on doing, it will prove I'm not incompetent when it comes to Genetics. Now I just have to do well in O Chem. My third test is tomorrow. I have a lot of preparation left to go, but I don't feel panicked. The snow definitely helped. I'm getting giddy at the implications of it, and all the Christmasy things I plan on doing during my winter break. I can't help but think of last year at this time, and I've got to say, the WV house held some great memories, especially of winter. Those memories will ever live on as the standard of what Christmastime should be. Thanksgiving socks and gloves, Winder Dairy tri-weekly, the 3 hour snowball fight, Widdy McWiddershins, McBlobbykins, A Claymation Christmas, "Oh Tuesday Night," "Because I'm a Moron," "Are we sick?!," a tent in the living room, a Mountain Dew tree in the family room... Good times.