Atlas or Whiny Young Adult?

6 tables, 24 "pre med students" = condescendence galore

In my table they make small talk. Everything they say has to do with sororities, pee, and or alcohol.
Over it.

Check if my grade is posted.
Lab group discusses sources of anxiety.

Getting into internships
getting into research
getting into grad school
getting into . . .  lol
It's like we're all Atlas the goddamn Titan.
Impressing potential employers, don't post this... you won't get into
don't take that class it'll look "bad"
does your GPA = self worth ?
I'm starting to think that everyone thinks it does...
If we all perceive something in a certain way, does that make it so?

At least my bio TA plays decent music in this pit of hell. I like lab, I like Bio and I'm fond of my lab partners, they're ok.

Summer classes.
Requirements.
Calc.
Organic Chemistry.
Satanic Rituals?

People that openly say that they try to "read" people.
Lets take a moment. The fact that you openly say that defeats the purpose. If you were trying to be somewhat obscure and enigmatic, you just screwed up. Sit down and finish your lab.

yolk plug - vocabulary word

It's raining, it's the first time I can actually believe that this tundra is in the same planet as my 70 degree home.

"Makes excellent use of French Horns" - Something my TA said

Long hallway with doors leading to unpleasant places. Green tiles cover the walls, about ten pipes of assorted colors.  I think that every time someone on the floor above walks, the pipes are lose and start squeaking, of course it's dimly lit...this is some Harry Potter crap.

Thought I lost my phone, almost died.
Roommate called and she thought someone had answered, it was the machine, she's painfully foreign.

Lets all take a moment to talk about dining halls, please.
I didn't get the memo that warned about sitting at the lunch ladies table. For future reference the tables near the food are apparently reserved as some sort of segregation ritual for dining hall workers and the ocasional drifter (myself). I've always taken great pleasure in listening to random thought's from different types of people. The cafeteria workers right now they're discussing the hotness level of the "boom boom boom" sauce. Which btw apparently isn't too bad.

If you think this is lacking cohesiveness, you're reading it correctly.
I feel like if someone read this out loud in a new wave-ish tone it'd make a lovely Joy Division song.