Elinor

i woke up this morning and the first word that popped into my head was: "uracil!" then i sat up and remembered that uracil replaces the nitrogenous base adenine in an RNA strand and then the whole process of protein synthesis came crashing down as i trudged to the bath. its that dratted biological anthropology midterm.

yep. its about that time again.

i surprised myself by being productive last thursday and typing up the beginnings of an anthro studyguide. i'm a big fan of studyguides since as you type them up, you review, and then you review again when you look over it. it requires time, though, especially if you're typing up a studyguide with five weeks accumulated concepts on it.

i'm very grateful that i had an excellent bio teacher in highschool.

lately i have been wary of myself. most people assume that they have a good deal of control over themselves, but its not like that at all, not really. a self is so much more than the body, a self is the mind too, and the tongue and how can you control those? a lot of people say that i'm a quiet person, reserved, i keep things to myself--and while this is true, it doesn't mean that i have control over my tongue. sometimes my eyes are drawn to things or persons they shouldn't be watching. sometimes my face shows more of what i'm thinking than i want it to. when does discretion become suppression? what is polite and what is necessary? how does one keep a secret when so many things are vying for its release? sheer will. its amazing what will is capable of. as for the previous questions, i am content not to be given an answer, but i wish others were as conscientious as i.