‘You know,’ he came and stood next to me, ‘I’d rather you give me the micropipette if you’re only planning on delaying this.’
It was one of the lab classes and it felt like I was being incubated at 38 degrees (Celsius scale) in full sleeved white lab coats rather than the damn microbes in the incubators.
I breathed out, keeping the pipette aside and throwing my gloves, shoving my fingers through my hair. ‘Someone’s eager to go home today.’
I have just seen my 5 day old, rotting fruit and bread.
I sure as hell don’t want rotting food in my bag.
Now, of course, somewhere, it also fills me with relief. Not as a normal human being, foodie, but as a biologist.
I was sure I had heard something.
It was not Ryland and it couldn’t be Owlie since she slept in during her holidays.
My cat continued her self-spa treatment, moving on to clean her sides.
Two minutes later, a guy almost as tall as me walked out of the room beside mine. He had a black jacket on and pulled out a chair from the dining table, sat down, and began tying his shoes.
We love to talk about everything wrong in the country, in the government. I can’t deny Bengalis are quick witted. They have a weird sense of humor. In fact, most even understand dark humor.
As compared to my other half, if I am present at a gathering, almost all the senior citizens are well educated and have a good sense of humor (or maybe they just get my humor?). And can you call it a gathering if the “next generation” isn’t given some good advice?
What does one do if they can’t study the night of the exam?
They listen to music, read some good manga (or watch something fun) and just go to sleep (or not).
Honestly, I’ve seen too many memes all over to notice I’m not the only idiot who isn’t studying. It’s really sad. Second last year of college, three semesters more (after these exams, that is) and I’ve really lost it.
Honestly, it was more exciting last year. First, the fresher’s year is fun, due to all the changes in your life. The second year becomes slightly less exciting, but at least it’s your first time knowing your way around campus. Thus, the second year goes seeing (or laughing at and helping) the “new freshers” trying to find their footing.
After that, it just passes. It doesn’t matter. After that, you’re only interested in how to get by your own college years, before they are over, in the blink of an eye and the work load increases.
I started taking coffee in high school. Where I come from, medicine is an undergraduate course and a lot of people take extra classes for it. To manage a day where you have to get up and attend school, then have lunch and run for your four hour long extra classes four days a week, then come home, have dinner and indulge in some self study, you need something to keep you going.
In my case, it was coffee. It was difficult. And to be very honest, unnecessary. I believe, now, if you really want to study for the medical entrance exams, please indulge more in self study and paper solving than in those extra classes.
I laugh, ‘Well, enjoy the view. You’re never getting anything more than that anyways.’
Her eyes widen and she laughs, ‘geez, your confidence is shining! Plus,’ she points a finger at me, ‘I’m just selfish. I don’t have time to spare.’
I raise my eyebrow, ‘You just have to make time.’
For some reason, the merged picture seems to have got her energy and emotions dancing on her skin. She flashes her arms around, trying to prove her point, ‘And why would I want to do that?’
He decided to just take a break and sit for a while.
Staring into nothingness.
A friend of his walked into the abandoned classroom, a bag slung over his shoulder.
He shook his head.
‘My slide is terrible,’ he replied after a while, ‘Taking a break from staring at nothing into the microscope.’
It took a minute for me to process what had just happened. Turning around after setting the last of the books on this shelf in place, I look at her and smile idiotically.
‘You want to thank my sister for what exactly? To have a twin brother? Not the right person for that…’