The subject of yesterday's chemistry lecture: stoichiometry.

The subject of yesterday's biology lecture: I have no fucking clue.

I don't remember ever being that confused. As we walked out of class, the 22 year-old Princeton grad in our program said "I guess I'm gonna have to do some reading." Hopefully that means that it's not just me. I was starting to feel lonely in my ignorance. That's probably because during lecture I was sitting next to a 34 year-old JPL engineer; he bought his bio textbook six weeks ago and has already read half of it.

Before classes started, I mistakenly thought bio was going to be easier than chemistry. Isn't bio supposed to be about bunny rabbits and photosynthesis? Apparently cellular biology is about glucose and all the ten thousand different bonds it can make. At least I think he was talking about glucose.

It's 8:00am. Drew got up at 7:00 to go have a family photo taken. I guess I should put on some clothes and go out to my car to get my textbook, but why ruin a beautiful Saturday morning with all the ego-crushing I'm-not-smart-enough feelings that come with chapters four and five?

And what the fuck am I going to do when I'm taking orgo?!?!