What Bio Has Done To Me
Ever experienced studying so hard that every fact, every equation, every specimen on your book just sinks into your brain and enslaves you and rips your mind into shreds and all that you want to do is to chop your head open to replace your shrivelled brain cells? It's always been that way for me, whether I'm awake or not. And that's a really pathetic part, because my studies play with me, even in my dreams.
Last semester, in one of the the nights when I was reviewing for a Plant Anatomy exam, I woke up scared and trembling...because I was being chased by a group who happened to be Aristolochians - people (or plants?) whose appearance is blatantly menacing. They were warriors wearing armored suits, concealing their thick hairy integuments. I even saw a red substance flowing from one the armors. But my point is: there are really no Aristolochians! There are no Aristolochians from a country named Aristolochia! My dream just made it up for me. Aristolochia, in fact, is just a harmless little plant whose "anomalous growth" we were observing in the lab. My dream invented the scare!
On another night, I woke up seeing glowing writings on our ceiling. Written in a glowing hot pink ink was the royal chemistry equation: the Henderson-Hachelbach (whatever the spelling is) equation. But when I rolled my eyes a second time, the writings were gone.
And just two nights ago, when I was sleeping in the hospital where my brother was, another bizarre dream: I was actually studying in a certain Balanoglossoid University! Ack! What a name! Again, there is no university named as such! Balanoglossoid is but a prechordate animal, which I've read in my Comparative Anatomy book.
These things are really messing up my peaceful dreams, I swear.
Ever experienced studying so hard that every fact, every equation, every specimen on your book just sinks into your brain and enslaves you and rips your mind into shreds and all that you want to do is to chop your head open to replace your shrivelled brain cells? It's always been that way for me, whether I'm awake or not. And that's a really pathetic part, because my studies play with me, even in my dreams.
Last semester, in one of the the nights when I was reviewing for a Plant Anatomy exam, I woke up scared and trembling...because I was being chased by a group who happened to be Aristolochians - people (or plants?) whose appearance is blatantly menacing. They were warriors wearing armored suits, concealing their thick hairy integuments. I even saw a red substance flowing from one the armors. But my point is: there are really no Aristolochians! There are no Aristolochians from a country named Aristolochia! My dream just made it up for me. Aristolochia, in fact, is just a harmless little plant whose "anomalous growth" we were observing in the lab. My dream invented the scare!
On another night, I woke up seeing glowing writings on our ceiling. Written in a glowing hot pink ink was the royal chemistry equation: the Henderson-Hachelbach (whatever the spelling is) equation. But when I rolled my eyes a second time, the writings were gone.
And just two nights ago, when I was sleeping in the hospital where my brother was, another bizarre dream: I was actually studying in a certain Balanoglossoid University! Ack! What a name! Again, there is no university named as such! Balanoglossoid is but a prechordate animal, which I've read in my Comparative Anatomy book.
These things are really messing up my peaceful dreams, I swear.
