Today I’m finishing up my paper on glucose vs. sucralose and the fermentation process when adding yeast. Yeah, can I pull all of this out of my ass? Maybe. What if I made it sound like a whole lot of fun?
I hate it and it bores me to death. But this is my last paper and then I am complete! Some body give me a cookie because I need a shit load of reassurance. Or I’ll take a pat on the back … if all else fails.
“Professor, please call me back! I have important questions! Please!!!” This is what I am currently thinking in my head, along with other small annoyances that seems to be surfacing my skin in the form of sweat.
In a sense I feel bad for any professor who has me as a student. I always seem to come across as that hyperactive student who asks too many questions. Because every question is an important question to me, all bases covered.
So much to do and not enough time.
Speaking!