Disliking Biology

Ilooked up from my biology lab notebook and realized a sudden sadness that was lingering around me. The past six hours spent... trying to finish my lab notebook had left me with a cramp in my hand and a growling in my tummy. No one had called... no ne had knowcked on the door.... or yelled my name from the window... the sun had set and I was writing with the light from my computer screen. I needed to get out and find some evidence of life. Six hours of silence between my notebook and me had been enough. I was seriously meditating on simply failing the class... allowing myself the luxury to go beyond procrastination... into total acceptance of failure. Like all my science classes.. I had hated Biology 2108 with a passion... difference was that this time I was failing the class. I had always somehow mustered a way to pass... regardless of the lies I had to memorize and forcefully agree with to my teachers. Evolution... a concept constatly changing... they call it "self-correcting"... I call it "self-defeating". A completely useless theory... a simple similarity never truly calls for a connection. Especially when its fundemental basis is completely illogical and defied by every complexity of life. The day that science will think they found an answer to explain the replication of DNA and all its complexities.. they will only have the merit to call it a "theory"... and the mass of people will cheer to a speculaion... which does not solve any problems of life...