January 15, 1788.
Like what Shakespeare writes — egregious days expiate o’er though somber woe grief doth wrought a somber swine. The atropine cartel is not composed of particularly nice people — I ingest 2.0000000000000000×105 ug of atropine — one time! — and they suspend my undercover mission at Harvard Medical School. They cynically exploit my situation, snigger, pay lip service to the tenets. Whereas I am left forced to attend the Northern Ontario Collegiate of Ascending Technique to better myself. I hypothesize that this would be meaningless — silly little group projects from a broken system that fosters a Jeopardy style of learning. But, perhaps I need this break from my regular life — after all, the Bible in its wisdom tells one “Consider the lilies of the field, They toil not neither do they spin”
September 6, 1789
The schooling system has failed us with these finicky multiple choice tests — it is impossible there is only one correct answer to these tests — rather — everything is interrelated — like a crossword. I am learning absolutely nothing regarding the functioning and management of drug operations — or any real life applicable skill for that matter. Though, there is one fellow who seems to agree. Oh, how his brilliant mind and radical ideas fills my soul with hope. I am greatly pleased at the zeal shown and the extent to which he has plunged into the situation with gusto. His ideas on new types of assessments could transform how drugs are synthesized, packaged, stored, released, terminated… I do question if these measly undergraduate students he wishes to target could handle such a mission — though perhaps if we work together, we can expose some fault lines in the system and succeed. Hamlet gave good counsel — defy augury. The readiness is all.
The Procrastinator 