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Studying

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

You probably already have system of studying by now. But I thought I’d share mine. I’m in a medical major so I don’t need to do math. I’m just supposed to remember long tracts of information and regurgitate them on command. It gets a little dull, I’ll be honest. It’s not as dramatic as materials science or fluid dynamics, but, oh, I’m not wild like that. Although I will admit that my notes are filled with profanity.

It helps, you see. The trick is to relate those long boring tracts of information to your own life. Especially for microbiology, which is just otherwise unrelatable.

Examples:

Halophiles – This one is easy. Everyone knows at least one person who loves Bungie products and salty snacks. And somebody tell me the Flood are not an excellent macroscopic example of a omni-parasitic xenovirus, sentience aside.
1. Many successful pathogens have surface molecules that allow them to evade detection by the immune system, but other have surface molecules that enhance their recognition by phagocytes. How can this second strategy be successful? Once they get inside the phagocyte what happens?
The answer I wrote on the exam:
It’s like the third act of The Dark Knight. The Joker wanted to be caught by the Gotham police department because he knew all along that the fat guy that he put all those explosives in could be detonated in order to incapacitate all the officers in the office of the Major Crimes Unit and let him escape.

In a similar way, certain pathogens let themselves be captured in order to bypass some cell defenses and hobble the body’s immune system by crippling macrophages from within them.

scans

And use these fun mnemonic devices I’ve created. This one is for memorizing the pkas of ionizable amino acids.

Ted terminal α-carboxyl group
After Aspartic acid
Getting Glutamic acid
High histidine
Took terminal α-amino group
Cocaine cysteine
To tyrosine
Latin Lysine
America             Arginine

If all else fails, try answering questions in Haiku for attempted bonus points. Or Limericks if you’re feeling vulgar and you know the grader won’t be offended.

And let’s not forget caffeine for short-term cramming. Invaluable for several days at a time when you are irritated by pesky neurobiological functions like sleep, food or when you consider your cyclic adenosine monophosphate phosphodiesterase and amylo(1→4)to(1→6)transglycosylase levels just too high. Of course, there are the troubling behavioral and economic effects of caffeine abuse. When you overdose, you’ll know. I did earlier this week and couldn’t drink anymore because my hand tapping the desk was causing my stuff to slide off. Just don’t build up a tolerance too early, because you may need a turbo boost later in the week.

My caffeine system is pharmacologically the same as last year. However, what with it being winter and all, I’ve switched to all coffee, all the time. No more Rockstars. Not only does coffee have a higher caffeine density, it’s actually cheaper than energy drinks, especially considering the “$0.79 for 16oz after buying a $5 official Purdue University Residences coffee travel mug” deal we have here.

vitamin water full of brown
I quickly pour the stuff into a vitamin water bottle for actual transit, because I would rather not put my lips on something that I dirty up by hauling with me wherever I go.

But, wait, you say. Aren’t Asians supposed to love iced coffee? I never said I liked hot coffee. I hate all coffee. I just drink it for the few bio-effects of one tiny little alkaloid and try to ignore the grotesque taste and annoying adverse affects.

And that, children, is why we take all drugs.

A situation

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

With great power comes great responsibility. And so with my training as a grey shirt, I am often called upon to run entire shifts as if I were already a “black shirt” supervisor for experience. I get the keys and everyone has to respect my authoritah.

I do this a couple hundred times and being a black shirt will be easy, right?. I’ve already had a couple of experiences with less than ideal results. But I’ve learned from that. No more dryer fires from me. And Nacho-gate? Never again.

So middle shift last night was going well so far. I had two actual black shirts (Sherry and Doug) and another grey shirt (Liz) backing me up. Plus three pretty experienced entry-level “tan shirts” (Alex, Carmen and Sameed) who have all been here a while. Prep was getting done (vegetation dismemberment and animal flesh division) and I was “floating” through the restaurant, managing here and there or helping accomplish this and that. Liz asked for the keys and I gave them to her before I went on my law-granted half-hour break at 9:00. My command relinquished, I went to clock out. I come back from the timeclock to see Alex loading ice cream into the cooler for shakes. Peculiar but not a major concern considering that the Harrison Grille’s ice cream is kept in a steel-lined bunker in the back of the restaurant accessible only by the very keys I had just given Liz. Assuming that she had loaned him the keys, I went out to order and eat my employee meal. Alex has been doing this for months. I trusted him.

I come back from my break to be greeted with bad news: Doug telling me that Alex “walked off the floor” which is… bad.

Information flies at me from three different sources. It’s like Rashomon.

The story goes:

Normally Sunshiney Sherry gives order. Usually Agreeable Alex says no. Large argument ensues. Alex walks off the floor and is nowhere to be found.

I find Sherry in the office more distraught than I expected, apparently reeling from a rift in the usually cordial relationship. Then a bomb drops. Alex still has the keys. This is now a goddamn situation we have here. At this point, finding the keys makes anything Frodo ever did pale in comparison.

  • Mission 1: Find the keys.
  • Mission 2: Find Alex. Deal with situation.

Enter the manhunt. Or at least as much of a manhunt as you can perform while operating a restaurant. Alex was wearing an apron and a Harrison Grille polo. If he was really angry, he would have dumped the items (hopefully with keys in apron pocket) or maliciously fled with the keys. The employee changing area turned up no sign of either. Although his backpack was still here. Hmmm… in addition to being out of character for Alex, this story was full of holes.

As, I exited the office after leaving what I thought was a pretty convincing voicemail message, Doug informed me that he wasn’t in the adjoining activity room and that Sherry could not be found. As I tried to interrogate Extremely Sleep-deprived Liz, she giggled and collapsed in laughter. Which is unusual, since, although she’s often sleep-deprived, she doesn’t usually fall to her knees in giddiness. She only mentioned that Alex spoke to Sameed before the incident. Sameed only gave me a stern-faced look from across the room before I turned around and saw Alex and Sherry grinning wickedly.

Doug, Sherry, Alex and I gathered in a circle. And at that moment, everyone started smiling. I said two sentences about resolving the conflict before a “The Illusionist” moment of insight occurred to me.

Alex had been hiding in the NAR, on Doug and Sherry’s orders to simulate a real-life conflict for me to handle. He did indeed have the keys the entire time. Doug telling me he wasn’t in the NAR was only a cover to prevent me finding him.

Doug’s story was sparse, lacking specific detail. Sherry, the mastermind, had a more elaborate description. Exhausted Liz was on the floor convulsing due to my entertaining deception. Sameed, the red herring, was out of the loop completely. Alex, unable to keep a straight face, was the Godot who had to leave to keep up the illusion. I had been PUNK’d by my surprisingly well-acting superiors. (Liz notwithstanding.)