My schedule is awesome. It’s shaped like the Autobot logo but with a snorkel. Classes outside of the snorkel start at 12:30, but the snorkel is my 8:30 lab. With only 15 credit hours, I can throw myself into my work this semester.
I am not however TA-ing this semester. I just could not make the kind of time for a five hour a week commitment. Especially, since I can’t get paid to do it. And I’m really sad that I have to give it up because I enjoyed it. I just would feel guilty if my sub par teaching were to inadvertently crush some poor pharmacy student’s dreams. It’s too bad. I got fairly good reviews in my end of semester evaluation. At least one student really liked me. And I made some mistakes, and I’m eager not to repeat them and teach and “public speak” better. But I hated all the paperwork. Except for trolling papers. Like underlining “epitome” and writing next to it, “pretentious word choice” (but not deducting points). Or reading a funny answer and writing “LAWLs”.
I fear I’ve gotten boring. I’m close to posting pictures of the food I eat. I don’t do much fun freshman year-type stuff anymore like randomly sledding or randomly getting hit in the head with random stuff.
I’m still feeling out of place in the Pharmacy class. But I’m not the only one. There’s a tight-knit cluster of Purdue Prepharmacy alumni who are like the veterans of D-Day. Together, they’ve seen the worst of the worst. At least they no longer think I’m some super smart prodigy. Now, I’m a snarky, self-deprecating nerd. And they may or may not think I’m a coke addict. Could be worse.