Because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just about organic chemistry.
When I wasn’t hopelessly confused, I spent my time wondering what the class was actually about. At 42, I was an anomaly, older than most of my classmates (and both professors), out of college for two decades and with two small children. This was getting ugly.Ĭontemplating a midlife career change from science writer to doctor, I spent eight months last year at Harvard Extension School slogging through two semesters of organic chemistry, or orgo, the course widely known for weeding out pre-meds. Maybe if I looked at it sideways? No, that didn’t help. My task: explain how the ungainly molecule folds into a tidy package. Halfway through my organic chemistry final, the monster lay there on the page, mocking me. THE molecule looked like a giant jellyfish.
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