i remember everything, so who are you?

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Bella attends her classes with faultless punctuality, every time. She sits in the second or third row on an aisle in the middle section of seats, in the classes that take place in big auditorium lecture halls like the main section of Bio; she's willing to put herself closer to the professors in smaller classes like OS and of course her flute chair (third; she hasn't been quite ridiculously showoffy enough to climb beyond yet) is assigned. But right now, she is in Bio, learning tidbits about auxin and tropisms that the textbook didn't cover fully. She's running at about one and a half speed, just enough that she can trivially listen to and process the lecture against her memory of the text while also permitting some mind-wandering. She liiiiiikes her cognitive speedup power.

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"No, I don't believe it is," she says, smiling.

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"Well then."

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"So we're both interesting."

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"So it would seem. Or at least I'm leaning towards becoming interesting. What combinations are common - as double majors go?"

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"Math and computer science—although not as common as it should be, if you listen to some of the computer scientist mathematicians I've known. Math and physics. In general, any two fields that are either closely related or directly useful to each other. If I could go back and do my education in a sensible order, I'd do math and physics instead of physics and biochemistry as my undergraduate majors. But then, if I'd done that in the first place, I wouldn't be here trying to find out if I really want the rest of that medical degree, because I would never have started it."

[self_composed]

"When you said you had an entire degree in physics, you didn't specify what kinda entire degree. Masters? Doctorate?"

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"Doctorate."

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"Doctor Bridget," says Bella experimentally. "Hm."

[regularsized]

"Dr. Banner, if you must."

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"I needn't, but I felt like it," says Bella cheerfully. "I doubt I'll go to graduate school, really, unless I do decide to be a doctor. I don't like academia that much and there are so many other things to do."

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"I like academia. A little too much, some might say."

[self_composed]

"Too much for what?"

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"If I agreed with them, maybe I'd know."

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"What do you like about academia?" inquires Bella.

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"What don't I? It's just more fun than almost anything else," she says. "Research is definitely my calling."

[self_composed]

"So you looooove writing grant proposals, and playing department politics, and doing literature review," says Bella skeptically.

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"All right, correction: The list of things I don't like about academia is a lot smaller than the list of things I like, and I don't keep either one of them on hand in case of nosy undergrads."

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Bella snickers.

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Bridget grins.

[self_composed]

"Well," says Bella, as they approach the soccer field, "I have a practice. I'll see you later."

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"See you!"

[self_composed]

After a few days, Bella finds a time when both she and Bridget are available to get together and study. She proposes her own room. (It has a giant bean bag in it and is therefore obviously the best.)

[regularsized]

Bridget is swayed by the giant bean bag argument! She shows up with her Biology notebook and a head full of interesting ideas.

[self_composed]

Bella doesn't really need to do any studying, between eidetic memory and cognitive speedup; no one is expecting original insight from a freshman and she's not trying to stand out that much. She'll let Bridget steer the study session as much as she can without being conspicuous. (Having a study session at all instead of just hanging out with Bridget recreationally is also to be inconspicuous. It helps a little that Janine's going to be around to witness the "studying".)

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Consulting a scrap of paper to verify that she has the right room number, she knocks.