IsabellaLinton wrote:
Biology. I failed because I wouldn't go, because of the formaldehyde smells and the fact we had to dissect my phobia creature. I couldn't be in the room even if I didn't touch them. We were also expected to kill bumblebees ourselves before dissecting them.
Count me out.
Ahh, the lovely smell of formaldehyde. It reminds me of dissecting things back in high school biology class. I got in a bit of trouble once because I turned the frog I dissected into a puppet using clear fishing line, scared the crap out of some of the other students with it. The teacher was less than amused with my humor, but it did not affect my end grade. Good times, good times.
As for the topic at hand, many of the history classes that I took in college did not gain me much more than what I already knew about the subject. Often I knew more background details about events than the professor teaching the course. I had the one wanting me to change majors to history, as he had never seen someone understand the information so well. Many of the history majors would contact me for tutoring in their senior year courses because the “class was so hard” for them to pass. That was when I was in my sophomore year, taking senior level history courses for fun in my spare time (on top of my regular coursework, I had a special waiver to get into advanced courses as needed). Certain subjects are easy for me to learn because of the way my brain is set up. It is like a sponge for historical and scientific facts.