Holed up in the library for eighteen hours in two nights, I realized two things: a) our library is seriously lacking in the coffee cart/coffee/snack compartment (only ten hours later did I find out that our library is, in fact, building one)(...which won't be finished until 2014) b) I've made some pretty awesome friends in the past-two-and-a-bit-more-than-a-half semesters of college. As a freshmen, I walked into my first pre-med required chemistry course not entirely unsuspecting of the hours I'd spend in the library and tears I would shed in that first semester over one five credit class but completely unsuspecting of the friends I'd make and people I'd get to know. Seriously. If you ever want to make some friends, register for a pre-health required chemistry class and you'll make some blood brothers for life. It was in the library over the past couple of days that it really hit me how "special" my major is in this aspect. For those of us that are able to scrape by in our mind numbing courses, most of the people I met in that freshmen chemistry course will be the people that I take the same classes with for the entirety of the four years spent finishing my undergrad. And it seems like every day I meet someone new that is a friend of a friend that knows so and so who dated this person that I had in my workshop at this time second semester of freshmen year. We're all interconnected, but more than that, we're all studying for the exact same tests, writing the same lab reports, and barely passing together. If I make it through these four years, it will be because of the Tuesday nights I spent in a reserved room of the library with seven other people in my class.
I probably (definitely) didn't do great on my biology midterm today. But neither did the rest of us (cue some cliche high school musical song about being in all of this together).