No longer a question

The professor went over the material on bacteria phages again and I finally figured where the alleles came from. Unfortunately it also meant that we're moving on to some other poor topic. He (the professor) means well, I'm sure, but he is not good at teaching. He's one of those instructors who say one thing when he meant something else, lose track of his own notes, and remember, three quarters way through one subject, that he forgot to tell you something on the previous subject that usually turns out to be pretty important. I have to give him full credits for trying, even if he managed to couple the DNA-RNA together as parallel instead of anti-parallel. Annie, who sat besides me, entertained herself with my various pained expressions.

It probably could've gone a lot smoother if I didn't remember a lot of the stuff from bio AP and bio sci 1A, or if I didn't kept comparing the professor to Ms. Uji or Gerhart. (Still remember the oxygen on 2' C, by the way.) One good teacher (or two, in this case) can really spoil a student into expecting too much out of a class.

A bermuda grass seed somehow managed to work its way through my sock even though I wore tennis shoes today. The poking distracted me for most of Latin until I finally found time before bio to remove it. Then I felt another one poking on my way back (early today because we're in-between plant harvests and so I get today off from work). This is war.

Also, I think (well, six hours have passed, so I'm pretty sure now) I've caught a cold, which means that the flu shot has officially worn off (not bad, considering). Now I just have to worry about how to avoid getting my roommates sick as well. So far my plan is to follow the self-semi-quarantine routine from when I had strep throat, which mostly involves keeping to my room and avoid touching things as much as possible, and a lot of handwashing all around. I have no idea how easily it is for cold virus to jump species between humans and cats (harder than dogs, I expect, but easier than rabbits) so I'm being safe and playing "no-touchy" with Hippo, which he's not particularly happy about. But--c'est la vie. You can't have everything in life, even if you're a cat.