So it's finals week. It's 10:23 and I'm tucking in for a long night of studying signal transduction and cellular matrices. This course really is way harder than it ought to be...my grades are consistently higher than the other kids in my class, and I'm still praying for a solid B. It seems like there are a few kids who are complete geniuses and the rest of us are screwed. I study my ass off in this class but it never seems to be enough. The professors in the bio department insist that they're single-handedly combating grade inflation, which is completely absurd. In all my years at this school I've never had a class with averages this low (in the mid 70's), where the professors have refused to curve at all. What really sucks is that this isn't even my major...I'm just a poly sci major who wants to be a doctor. Why should that be so hard? I heard from a friend who is an upper level bio major that of 120 kids in his freshman year who started out as intended pre-med bio majors, only 30 were left after this class. It's extremely unfair, really. Seems like I'm just catching all this collateral damage from their weed-out program. To make matters worse, GPA is probably the single most important consideration for med school admission...this will surely help. I probably should be spending my time right now going over motor proteins and receptor tyrosine kinases, but I need a moment to *****. God knows I gave up on pursuing the starving artist route a long time ago...photography is simply a creative outlet of mine. I want to be an OB-Gyn, and I certainly won't be taking any photos there! I just hate the fact that I can sit here and bust my balls over multiple sleepless nights and still not be confident in my grades. And anyone who wants to jump in on that note with a "well, maybe you're just an idiot" can go right ahead, because I'm starting to believe it myself. In fact, until now, I hadn't let on to anyone except through PM that I was as young as I am. I catch so much flak from time to time that I didn't want everyone to write me off as some hot-headed kid, because I'm really not. I'm not sure who everyone here thought I actually was, but I was going for grumpy and bitter, but knowledgeable middle-aged man. The apparent futility of my studying is just very unnerving. I don't think that a C has actually been average since the 50's. Oh well, back to studying it is. Any responses on any topic are welcome here. I'm not just digging for sympathy.