Drosophila Melanogaster (the housefly)

I didn't even know it was a Saturday today. Why? I had an exam this morning, for an introduction to computer science. It was not so hard. I just had two hours. Certainly it was not enough time. Now I must focus on something else entirely. They're on Monday: Genetics and Molecular Cell Biology. I'm not doing well in the latter subject; the final exam will be the last push into getting at least a passing grade. I pray I will succeed. If not, it will not affect my future much. I have no intentions of going to medical school. After this, I will have no intention of doing research.

Yes.

I did think about doing research before, then I had to read the papers that remarked on the discovery of mutations that led to cells unable to grow at the restrictive temperature, the discovery of how vesicles are used to secrete cargoes from the nucleus to the Endoplasmic Reticulum to the Golgi Apparatus, and finally to the plasma membrane.

I read a paper about fluorescent speckle microscopy, which demonstrated how cells move through polymerization and depolymerization of the actin filaments at the front age of the cell where the filopodia and lamellipodia are. The fluorescent speckle microscopy demonstrated that the filament is being polymerized at the front end and moves in a retrograde fashion into the cell before disappearing.

After reading these papers, and reading some more, I can't tolerate them without wanting to stab myself. I can't believe researchers can subject themselves to doing experiments on Mus musculus, Drosophila melanogaster, and Saccharomyces cerevisiae.

All in the name of science. All in the name of science. I am cursed.