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Subject: the biochem dept.
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so, i'm a grad student/loser in the dept. of biochemistry. it's a pretty
cool dept. over all. the faculty is pretty young and they really look
after their students. i mean really. i guess there are about nine or
ten labs with grad students in the dept. each week we have two
meetings. the meeting on thursday is our dept. journal club. on friday
we have research in progress or rip. these meetings generally go ok
but sometimes people have a tendency to be a bit overzealous in
their questioning. for instance, say i'm up there giving journal club
on this paper that really blows. in all likelihood someone will point
this out, probably third reichsteiner or macintyre whose name i'm
sure i'm slaughtering but fuck it, like it's really my problem. so,
anyway, before i get too far off the point, i'll be up there giving this
paper and something will come up that spawns a ton of questions.
usually this is an experiment with shitty or no controls. so what the
hell do they do? they practically blame the whole fucking thing on
me. i mean, jeeezus! it's not like i did the experiments. i'm just
trying to tell people about the damned paper. well, things finally
broke down completely this past week. i guess the paper was just
too bad and they couldn't take it. they started with the questions
slowly. but, hell, by the time i was halfway through the paper the
whole thing had deteriorated to the point that i was having to just
stop and tell them to just shut the fuck up!
"what the hell! " i yelled. well, this seemed to catch most of the
room completely off guard and things got pretty quiet, but only for
about ten minutes. then things just start all over again, only this
time they're really going after me. got to watch those egos in
biochem. so, i just shut up, walked over to my bag and grabbed the
shot gun i had brought just for this sort of situation. i pumped it and
let off a round into the ceiling. BANG!

"now, perhaps i can finish this fucking journal club," i told them. it
seems i had probably stepped over the edge at this point and people
just didn't know what to do. i finally made it through the journal
club without any more harassment. as you might guess my actions
during that journal club were not without repercussions. the two co-
chairs of the dept. made it against dept. policy to bring fire arms to
any of the meetings. this really pissed off some of the students and
other faculty as well. i know of several who were planning to bring
their 9 mm's to the next journal club. they weren't about to get
caught defenseless in the crossfire if someones questions became a
bit too intense.

unfortunately, this didn't stop the fun and games in the department.
it actually served to polarize it in the end. the next few meetings
went pretty well. i think people tried to limit the abrasiveness of
their questions primarily because the hole in the ceiling was a good
reminder. eventually, though, it was time for our lab to do RIP. and,
as luck would have it, brenda thought it would be a good time for me
to present my data. (data? what data?) i think some of the older
members of the dept. had practically gone into cardiac arrest when i
shot the gun right into the ceiling. oh well, screw 'em.

so, i actually spent a little time thinking about what i was going to
say because i knew some of the labs had decided i should suffer. i
wasn't worried though because we had our own little plan. i had
made sure that the nucleic acids labs would stay together. no sweat.
friday rolled around eventually and everyone poured into the library
to hear me spout off. within five minutes after i had begun my nifty
speel about my protein tom and marty were getting restless and it
was obvious that since tom wasn't asleep that i was due for a little
fun. i go to put up my next overhead and right before i pull the last
one off it starts. i hear this 'but...' in unison from you know who. just
as soon as they get off their little protest there is a stirring from
the other side of the room and jim and brenda start to clear their
throats rather loudly. that stopped the protest for the time. it was
clear, though, that things weren't going to get any more comfortable.
i continue with my talk and no less than two minutes later the mild
protest is replaced with full on questions about my background and
ability to do science. of course this caused more than a little
shuffling from the other side of the lab. joe gets up and walks right
over to where marty and tom are sitting and just leans against the
bookcase staring at them. they stopped momentarily but then
continued full of vigor. so joe just clears his throat, walks over to
them, hell, this is so beautiful, you really had to be there. he walks
over to them and just flat out says, "ya know, we really don't need
any trouble here today." well, they don't know what the hell to say to
this. how often does a second year grad student tell a prof. to shut
up in the middle of RIP? not very let me assure you. m and t are
dumbfounded for a moment but then they suddenly seemed to
remember that they were the ones with the PhD's and the questions
started again. i just stood there smirking. joe got up again from his
casual lean against the bookcase (purposefully blocking the view of
several of the post-docs in marty's lab), walked right over to them
grabbed tom by his shirt and just got right down in his face yelling, "
i really think it would be best if you would just shut the fuck up! i
don't want to have to break your gawd damned neck like some sort of
puny ass rat!"

un-fucking-believable is all i can call it. tom started to quiver
uncontrolably and most of the other people in the room were looking
about nervously. i knew they thought i was going to pull the ol' shot
gun routine again. not the case at all. the nuc. acids group had a
meeting before the talk and decided that the best approach was
direct and physical. let them know you're not kidding. so, we did.
even though i had to have body guards for the rest of the talk i
actually did finish and there were even some reasonable questions
asked. next week there's a big seminar in CVMB. i hope people will
have forgotten about this little problem by then. the last time there
was a decent amount of the biochem. dept. at one of those it
practically broke out into a riot. stupid gits should realize we don't
fool around in this dept. one of the profs. even got a broken nose. of
course, i didn't have anything to do with it.
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            PJF--->Biochem. grad student
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