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| I have concluded...
As much as I am passionate about studying Biology, I am dreadfully bored and disinterested in my BIS2A lectures. I find it incredibly sad that at Davis, where the Biology programs and majors are such a huge thing, have such, poor lecturers. I retained better information from my high school, AP Bio teacher.
So incredibly sad.
And this brings me to another conclusion: I should never have taken Mr. Rosenthal for granted.
Oh the dreary and sleepy mornings of junior year. He played Jack Johnson or Coldplay while students were buzzing around and getting to class. But as soon he shuts it off, turns on the projector, and takes out his laser pointer, every student fall asleep. Every. Single. Student.
And if you're not asleep, you'd pretend to just to fit in.
Anyone who was in my class must remember.
Everyone must remember the all-nighters doing objectives questions.
The lab reports.
The emotional nights before exams.
The erected penis Tracy and all the girls constructed for our "demonstration" of male anatomy. (HAHA.)
And of course,
Mr. Rosenthal and his "chill-ness".
He was by far, one of the best teachers I've had. And none of these "Intro Biology" teachers compare to him.
Did I mention he was the one who initiated gave me that "spark" or, shall I say, passion for biology?
Good times, I tell you. Good times.
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| And deep inside, my heart is overwhelmed with feelings of sadness, disappointment, and guilt.
Good bye, internet.
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| They seriously need an online, PC version of Animal Crossing. | | |
| When someone figures out how to accurately interpret dreams, let me know first.
While I don't usually dream, last night's has to be the creepiest and weirdest. The majority of it, unfortunately, is a blur, but major fragments replay in my mind like a broken slideshow. Mm.. more like a broken, freak slideshow.
Remember that dreams do not always make sense.
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I recall myself and possibly a few others roaming a hauntingly bluish building. It resembled an abandoned mansion, possessing the essence of gothic architecture. Intricate designs plastered the crumbling walls and broken ledges, much like what you might find in video games. Think of that one mansion you find Vincent in FFVII. Something like that, but taller and more "gothic-y"
Anyway, anything between that and the next described scene is forgotten. But who cares. Let's get to the action.
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So then I find myself alone, standing near a ledge that looks down to about 100 feet, and next thing I know, I was stabbed by some girl (No one I knew, I think) in the upper left chest and pushed off the ledge where I fell to my demise. Funny thing is, after that violent moment, I found "myself" standing on the ledge alone again. This time, I looked over the ledge and spotted the body of a girl below. I didn't realize at the time it was me.
Fast-forwarding...
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I returned home to my family, and had received a hug from one of my brothers. But that may have been the last normal act that has happened to me. I discovered that I was not allowed to eat peanut butter. Random, but I thought I should just throw that in. It was said by some unknown doctor that it would make me sick. I also noticed that the longer I progressed through this dream, the more distant I was from my family and friends. It got to a point where I would be standing with them or next to them and be neglected.
I was oblivious to the fact that I was a mere spirit lingering with the mortals. And when I finally realized, some other spirit granted me the option to "move on" to someplace better or to remain here. Unbelievingly, I chose to stay. I mean, my brother hugged me not too long ago. What's up with that? I really thought to myself, 'how do you hug what's not there?' I even checked my own pulse and felt the beatings. Nahhh.. I'm not dead. And the spirit left. But I doubted myself over time and became overwhelmed with sadness. I stood back as the world continued on without me.
And then, I wake.
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