I'm so Bored that I let organic chemistry eat my brain

So, when I got to college, I had this idea that I would get straight A's, be absolutely amazing at EVERYTHING, go to med school, and cure cancer.

First day of freshman year, I met a horrendous monster named Chemistry.  Chemistry speaks a language I don't understand, and spent all last year trying to eat me alive. I almost gave up med school altogether.  In fact, I tried to leave college at one point, but I couldn't reach the top shelf of my closet to get my suitcase down.

"Can you come get my suitcase out of the top of my closet for me?" - real text message sent by me to a tall person

This is why I couldn't reach the top shelf...definitely wasn't because I'm too short...

I prevailed though, sorta, and by the end of freshman year, I had passed general chemistry. I decided to stick with pre-med, because I frankly am bad at coming up with new plans.

The organic molecules are struggling through it...why shouldn't I?

So, this year, I enrolled in organic chemistry.  This class instantly started its attack on me, with weapons including an absent professor, complicated molecules, and mechanisms (scientists' bizarre unprovable guesses about how reactions work - I have to memorize all of them...)

"I react by grabbing other molecules with my tongue!"

I tried to resist.  I tried to be strong.  I had conquered inorganic chemistry; I could conquer organic chemistry. THIS MONSTER WOULD NOT DEFEAT ME. As the months went by, though, I realized that organic chemistry is not a monster - it is a majestic beast. It makes so much sense...totally.

Sooooo much sense

I mean, where else can I draw stick figure aliens and get a grade for how much the aliens look like the professor's alien drawings?

Wait. What do you mean, that's not what organic chemistry is? Well, in that case...

I still think I'm right...