The Reader

I find as I’m sitting here listening to my eloquent Biochemistry professor drone on about thiohemiacetal intermediates, that perhaps I may have chosen the wrong path in life. How did I, the kid who consumed books at such alarming rate that I got kicked out of the slow reading group (note to self: determine how I ended up in that slow reading group in the first place…perhaps this was my first “stick it to the man” demonstration?…more on this later) end up in the Sciences? Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment since it is my fault I’m here in the first place, but honestly anything with “organic” and “chemistry” or “phosphorylation” in it makes me want to squirm out of here and go spend an hour in Barnes and Noble.