You Don't Have A Clue

It turned out to be a good week. Studying for that biochem exam was an intense experience. I was so nervous like I have to give a speech or something, haha. Finishing up the research proposal with my biology group was fun. It was really fun. There's four of us that do most of the collaboration, but I think we're a great team. I'm so proud of our work. Hence the cookies I baked to class on Wednesday morning.

Gosh, I love college life so much. I love biology. I keep learning about how amazing it is, and that is pretty much the topic of my philosophy term paper. On Wednesday after class, I headed over to Borders and found a book by James Watson called DNA:The Secret of Life. It's an amazing book, really. I was a little shocked to read about eugenics, especially the whole deal with the Holocaust. But the science is really something. Biology affects society so much. It's all so fascinating.

Academic-wise, my life is amazing.

Family-wise, I'm not so sure. I just excused myself away from the Thanksgiving dinner that has been going on for a few hours because no one was talking to me anyway and because I was referred to by my mom as a kid who needed to go study. There was too much said at the dinner table that I did not agree with. Cultural differences; ideological differences; plain ignorance; too much. The bottom line is that my mom proves to me more strongly every day that she knows nothing about what I value or who I really am.

I work hard most of the time academic-wise, and she has no clue. It's not about getting a good job in the future. I study because I love to study. I love biology. I love philosophy. I love so many aspects of the various fields I had the opportunity to explore. I am a student and a future academic, and I see that to be what defines me. When I introduce myself to someone in college by saying that I'm a neuroscience and philosophy major, I feel that it speaks more about me than any other few words ever could (except maybe my name, but that would require that you know me at least a little already).

As the title of the post says, you don't have a clue, mom. You don't have a clue.

I'm listening to great music (finally bought Rubik's "Bad Conscience Patrol" album) and continuing with Watson's book to erase all the frustration I've faced for the past few hours. I'm going back to the stuff that inspires me and has always inspired me.

And ignoring the ignorance. I would talk, but that's not how some people operate.

I hope other people's Thanksgivings were good.