Like science classes, for example. I'm a journo. I don't deal well with science. I'd rather not ponder how everything works and just let it work. But noooo, that's too simple isn't it? I have to take classes on it.
I'm in Organisms and their Environment this semester and it is awful. I have no idea what's going on!! And my current grade is a disappointing D. Sigh.
Plus, I don't belong in the science center. Plain and simple. It's scary, it's confusing, it's cold and I always get lost. I feel like I walk around and people can tell that I don't belong. Like a pariah.
You can always tell when people don't belong in a certain building or a certain class. At this school, by the time you are a senior, you know how certain majors look, think, and act. And where they hang out. The fellas in my Islam class who look like Vineyard Vines advertisements? Not religion majors. And me, the pseudo-prep with newsprint on her hands every Thursday morning? Not a science major.
Being in science classes throws me out of my comfort zone. I like my comfort zone. It's comfortable and it's nice. I am good at writing and the study of religion--obviously, because I haven't failed out of the programs yet. But put me in Schimmel-Conrades Science Center and I balk. There are two buildings (and one is mostly MATH)! Too many floors! It's dark! All the bathrooms look the same! I am afraid to go up or down stairs because I don't know where they lead. I don't want to open doors because I am afraid of what is behind them--mutated lab mice? Noxious gases? Freshmen having a quickie?
Four times a week I enter into this frightening place to learn about terrifying, difficult and sciencey things. After that, my newspaper deadlines don't look that bad.
