A Hort Majors Woes

So school has officially sucked me in, hard core. Are we really only at the end of week three? Cause my brain is feeling like it should be Thanksgiving next week.
For those of you who don't know, but still care, I am officially a Horticulture major. Again and for forever this time, because heck, I kind of want to finish school. This means, that although are numbers are few in the horticulture majors (yes that's correct, there are more than one major under the hort department) we are willing to do all sorts of things. Let me give you some examples. I'm in Weed Biology and Control this semester ( heretofore referred to as 'Weeds', you can giggle if you like). As part of the class, we have to do a weed collection. By the middle of October, I will need to have 50 different species, pressed, dried, mounted, identified, and ready to be graded. My lab section for this class is on Thursday afternoons. You may recall that last Thursday in Logan, it was about 50 degrees, Fahrenheit, raining off and on, and the wind on campus was enough to blow small individuals sideways. Nonetheless, you may have seen me and some of my Hort. peers trekking around campus, garbage bags in hand, collecting weeds. What we won't do for a good plant.
In the past I have taken Woody plants, and yes, we went out every week and learned 12-14 new plants. In the snow, rain, sleet, and at the beginning I think there was even sunshine. ( Trees aren't very convenient to bring inside, and it helps to identify it to see the whole thing. Weird I know.) I also spent a year working for a professor doing some research on chokecherries. This amounted most of the time to me exiling myself to a little corner in a lab in the basement of the AgScience building to sit by a noisy hood moving tiny chokecherry clones from one jar of goop to another. Whoopee.
Additionally, I think that in my entire college career I've had two semesters that did NOT include a 7:30 AM class. And you guessed it, I think 95% of those ridiculously early classes were hort ones. This semester, lucky me, I have two of them. So Monday through Friday, I drag my sorry self out of bed to go learn about plants.
So to sum things up, I will get out of bed early every morning, get sunburned, frozen, soaked to the bone, trek around looking like a fool with a large garbage bag full of weeds, trek around in general, sit alone in lab corners cloning chokecherries, proudly declare that I have a my state pesticide applicators license, spend almost as much time babying plants as I do my dog, get excited when I see a plant I like/love, and generally look like, know that really Scottish thistles aren't all that the song cracks them up to be, and generally look like a little bit of a nerd. What would you do for a plant?