MCAT NeuraPump: The Neurotransmitter Showdown

MCAT NeuraPump: The Neurotransmitter Showdown

Your brain is a disco. Your thought's a backup dancer.

▶ Your brain is a... Your thought's a backup dancer. Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da!

“Hiya, neurons! Ready to rock?

'Cause NeuraPump is off the clock!

This brain's a ballroom, cue the sparks—

Where chemicals leave their tiny marks.”

I’m Dopamine, darling — pleasure’s glow,

From candy bars to sold-out shows.

Scroll your phone? That’s ME in charge,

Every swipe’s a neuro discharge.

I’m reward, addiction, TikTok trends,

The reason your focus never ends.

But overdose me, and oops, psychosis—

Delusion’s just bad neurosis.

"Hit that like, spike that thrill,

Dopamine’s got time to kill!"

GABA, that baby, the neuro-chill,

I knock you out, erase your will.

Benzos, booze, sweet lullabies,

I hush the buzz behind your eyes.

You without me? You're anxious toast—

Sweat, panic, maybe seizure most.

So show some love, respect the nap—

I’m not lazy, I’m a neural trap.

"Wrap me up in inhibition,

I’m your night-time intuition."

I’m Glutamate, the exciter queen,

I light it up, I keep it keen.

Memory, learning? That’s my flair,

But overdose me? Neurons despair.

NMDA, AMPA gate,

You cram for tests? I caffeinate.

But stroke me wrong and cells go boom,

Call me toxic in your doom-room.

"Glutamate: Bright and bold,

But push too hard and I explode!"

Bonjour, I’m Serotonin charm,

I keep your mood a stable calm.

Too low? Depression sets the scene,

Too high? You’re glowing like a bean.

I’m in your gut, I’m in your brain,

I’m SSRIs on a dopamine train.

Mix me wrong? You’ll serotonin crash—

And dance your way into medical flash.

"Peaceful dreams, a tear or two,

I’m the pastel mood that paints your view."

I’m the whisper in your muscle twitch,

The quiz-day click, the memory switch.

Basal forebrain, parasympathetic flair,

I multitask with old-school care.

Even nicotinic or muscarinic ride,

Block me and your mind takes a slide.

From REM to reason, I stage the play,

Alzheimer's stole me — ouch, cliché.

"Choline-charged, smart and slick,

I make your thoughts tap fast and quick!"

I’m the tingle in your test-day hands,

The midnight gasp no one understands.

From the locus comes my call,

Fight or flight — I spike it all.

Here too much? It’s manic stew.

Too little? Sad and sluggish you.

I’m the drama in your pulse parade,

The heartbeat in your mental blade.

"Shiver now, focus tight,

I’m thundy in your mental blade."

[Histamine:]

“I'm your sneeze in a thoughtless breeze!”

[Endorphin:]

“I’m the smile in yoga knees!”

[Substance P:]

“Pain’s my jam, I ride the flame—

Stub your toe? You call my name.”

[Glycine:]

"Down in the spine, I keep it tight—

One Cl⁻ spike, you sleep tonight.”

"We whisper, blast, excite or numb,

The brain’s our disco — we make it hum!"

So here we sing, the chemical choir,

Each note a thought, each note a fire.

From joy to rage, from calm to spin,

It’s NeuraPunch beneath your skin.

The kids all dance, the parents...,

No textbook beats a brain that drums.

Each neurotransmitter takes their role,

And plants a fire in every soul.

"So sing it loud, ignite your brain—

With NeuraPump, you’ll never train in vain!"

“Good night from your cortex cabaret—

Where little minds light up Broadway!”