Now that I’m a senior and because I decided to be irresponsible and study abroad, I am stuck in a science course. If you don’t know me, then let me inform you that I am a creative writing and media studies major. I do not do science. Besides my eighth-grade science fair where I lucked my way to a gold medal at regionals, science has never been my strong suit. In fact, my seventh-grade science teacher told my mom at a parent-teacher conference that I was the next Elizabeth Taylor. A compliment, but also it was a science class. She told another student’s parent that he was a physics king. So let’s compare: Elizabeth Taylor vs Physics King. Who’s going to do better in a science course? It’s not rocket science. Pun intended.
So here I am in a genetics course. When they say words, I usually hear the same thing Charlie Brown heard when his mom talked to him. Now, I know what you are thinking, “Julie, just pay more attention.” NO. That’s not the issue. The issue is that my brain is wired extremely differently. Trust me, I want to understand. I wish I could open up a body and save a life. Watching “Grey’s Anatomy” at a young age did not prepare me for the difficulty of the field of science. I thought it was 40 percent McDreamy, 50 percent McSteamy, and 10 percent hard work. Wrong. As I continued taking science courses, I quickly figured this out. I opted out of science courses as soon as possible. Yet somehow, I ended up back in this strange and confusing nightmare.
Listen, I respect science. I envy scientists, doctors and nurses. I wish I could rock scrubs like my roommate and also understand what an allele is. Unfortunately, scrubs make me look like a paper bag, and the only thing I understand about an allele is that it is fun to say and it would be a great name for a band. See, I hate the idea of taking a science test, but by the end of this class, alleles might make sense to me. At many schools, art majors will never know the meaning of the scientific method. Mathematics majors are inept when it comes to writing a cover letter. That is not the case for us.
To my fellow Duhawks, there will be times when you will be confused and annoyed that you have to take a science, writing or religion course, but upon senior year and most of all graduation, we will never regret having a liberal-arts education. That’s why I don’t mind if this scientific nightmare goes on for a semester –- as long as I come out knowing the meaning of an allele.