Weekly diary : Week 7
21 July 2025 (Monday) to 27 July 2025 (Sunday) : Random Memories from a Not-So-Organized Week
“Ever had a week that felt like a blur—like your brain forgot to hit the ‘save’ button?”
Well… that was me this week.
Let me be brutally honest—I don’t know how to write about this week. Not because it was too dramatic or too dull, but because I forgot to note down things. And let’s not pretend I have the memory of Sherlock Holmes. My mind barely remembers what I ate yesterday.
So, instead of writing down each day, I decided to just write about the whole week in one go. Lazy? Yes. Careless? Absolutely. Shameful? Hmm… I do feel a tiny bit guilty.
The week was basically a chaotic mix of random YouTube rabbit holes. I started watching tutorials about KDSPY. But somewhere in between keywords and niches, I got distracted by funny YouTube Shorts—those little devils. One after another… and another. You get the idea.
But wait—I am still able to remember some things!
We did something called “membrane casting” during our internship this week. Tissue had to leave early that day for some documentation thing, and I was left alone with our mentor.
Here comes the part that cracks me up.
It was around 4 p.m., and our mentor offered me coffee. I politely said no, and she gave me that kind smile like, “Don’t be shy.” But nope, it wasn’t about shyness. I told her I don’t drink coffee. She then offered chai. I said I don’t like chai either. Now she looked genuinely confused. And then I said, “I like milk. Haldi wala doodh will be perfect.”
She just… laughed.
And then ordered coffee.
For herself.
I was sitting there wondering: Was that funny? Was I supposed to not say that? This happens every time. People find it hilarious that I drink milk instead of chai or coffee—as if it’s a crime. They start teasing—“Olle! Chhota baccha! Mummy ne dudhu diya kya?” I mean, seriously? Don’t they realize chai is made of milk too? Whatever. I finished my work and left. Let them have their coffee. I’ll drink milk and sleep in peace.
Somewhere in this blurry week, I also found out that our CA-1 exams are coming up. The faculty sent us the timetable and syllabus. Great. Another reminder that I’m not prepared. I’ve already planned my survival strategy: I’ll ask Tissue to explain everything to me just five minutes before the exam outside the hall. Not proud—but it works.
Another random incident: I was part of a microscopy experiment. Well… not “part” exactly. I just observed. Because I had nothing. No slides, no dissection box, not even a cover slip. My bag’s already heavy. I only bring what’s essential: lab coat, lab slippers, one rough book, a pen, my tiffin, and a water bottle. Tools? Optional.
Tissue was absent. So were Manuka and Mice. I had no one to talk to. And the worst part? The sir—our senior faculty and placement head—was actually observing students that day. Usually, he just chills with his laptop sitting on desk and lets another ma’am take the lead. But not this time. He was watching like a hawk.
I had no choice. I randomly teamed up with another girl, pretended to participate, and just clicked some pictures of whatever we observed under the microscope while she did all the work. That’s teamwork…
Anyway, that’s all I can remember from this week. Maybe there’s more. Maybe not.
