Today before my first class started (Biochemistry II at 8 AM), a few of my peers were cramming for an exam they were taking in another class in the afternoon. Apparently it’s a class that all Chemistry/Biochemistry majors take, and the topic of my major came up quickly. The professor laughed and asked why I was even taking Biochem–it’s not required for a Math major and I’ve already satisfied my Natural Science minor requirements.
I wanted to say that it’s because the class is very interesting.
I wanted to say that it’s because he is an entertaining, yet knowledgeable instructor.
I really wanted to say that I’m taking this course because every time class meets I learn something new about God. I learn something new about God’s Creation and His magnificence and His beauty and His love and His ability to form life out of nothing–an ability that no other being in the universe possesses.
That’s what I wanted to say. But what I actually said was, “Well, really easy ‘throw-away’ classes are so boring that I end up doing poorly in them. At least in this class, I have to work hard for a B!” No, it wasn’t a bad response, but the answers in my head were so much better.
