Thursday, August 5, 2010

"You're a biologist..."

I've learned to dread questions starting with that statement, especially from my mother. Apparently getting my bachelor's degree in genetics and evolution makes me the Leading Expert on anything having to do with biology. For example, over the last couple of days I have fielded questions on:
  • The best way to keep plants from drying up after they've been cut
  • If deer sleep standing up
  • The differences between various types of kidney surgery
I'm not sure which type of questions exasperate me more: Medical Questions or Extraordinarily Specific Questions About One Particular Species that Only a Researcher Who Has Studied That Species Would Know. I think it's partly annoying because I'd love to answer questions about things I actually know. Whenever my parents do ask me questions about genetics, I get all giddy and love explaining it to them. But biologist does not equal doctor. And once I actually am Dr. McCreight, I think this will get even worse.

I just need to train my mom to say "You're a geneticist" before her questions. That way she'll be able to see how silly it is asking me about mating habits in ducks.

To all my engineering and computer science friends - I apologize every time I've come to you asking you stupid questions about Microsoft Word or my phone. ...Though I'll probably keep doing it. Consider this a preemptive apology.

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