I wake up every morning at 6 am. Sike!πΒ πΒ πΒ πΒ I never went to sleep βcause the grind π donβt πΒ stopπ! Camped out in the basement of the Sci Li all night, working on that problem set. My body is deteriorating but Orgo waits for no one! π©βπ¬π
I step out of the Sci Li and head straight to class. Breakfast you ask? No time for breaksπΒ ! The only sustenance I need is avocadoβs number! 6.023^10th for breakfastπΒ lunchπΒ and dinner πΒ .
While Iβm in class my mom texts me. I smile at my phone even though I donβt know what the text says. I canβt read.
But who needs to be able to read Harry Potter when youβve got the real heroes, my boy Isaac Newton πand homie Madame Curieπ©βπ¬! GπOπAπT^10th
On my way to the lab I pass by the kindergarteners playing in the playground. I chuckle and shake my head. Foolish children. πΒ Who has time to do the monkey bars when the lab π©βπ¬grindπ is π nonπ Β stopπ!
I leave the lab having cured cancer, eradicated the common cold, and shoved a beaker up my ass. Work hardπ, play hardπ!
I head back home, towards the sci li. When I realize I havenβt grabbed dinner (mind always on the equation) I eat a couple of radium atoms and record the change in molecular weight once itβs digested while I settle down at a desk in the 50 decibel section of the basement. Never a 00 for this stem gal! 50π isπ anπ A πwithπ theπ curveπ.
As I sit down to oxidize some proteins and grind through 12 problem sets, I hear some humanities concentrator mention to her friend, βYeah, Iβm writing about gender and sexuality in Macbeth but also Shakespeare on a broader scale-β
I scoff. βShakespeare? More like Will-I-get a job with this worthless English degree? Answer: no.β
She gave me a weird look, βWhat?β
But I didnβt answer her, instead choosing to triumphantly shove my head in pipet. Changing the world, demolishing one humanities major at a time. πππππ©βπ¬ π