Maya

Oh my gosh. She’s perfect. My little cousin (for the lack of a better term) Maya, she’s so cute!!! Awrrr I want a baby tooooo!

Today would have kind of sucked if I hadn’t gone to Keely’s baby shower. This afternoon when I woke up in chemistry class, I thought it was Friday for a second. Man, reality was hard to face that time. Actually Monday and forty more minutes of chemistry to go. Arg.

I’ve decided to diplomatically vent my hatred towards chemistry now, once and for all. Because venting hatred in small segments is becoming tiresome.

I see no point in learning anything we’re learning; in fact, I haven’t seen a purpose to school as a whole since high school started. But let’s not get distracted here. Chemistry has no point for me because, in some twisted irony, it has made me so hostile against it that I would solemnly refuse to take a chemistry class ever again on my own free will. If I didn’t hate it so much, I’d be glad to take general sciences next year. But no.

This particular chemistry class sucks because homework is marked on completion, and the standards are low. This is good and bad. It’s good because it brings up my otherwise failing mark. It is bad because I’ll spend seven hours doing two worksheets (because energetics doesn’t make sense, and I’m stupid, and it’s boring), and I will end up with the same mark as someone who re-wrote the question, showed some bogus work and guessed at an answer. And it seems I will do no better on tests despite my profuse effort. And I am trying. There’s just a block there. I’m blinded by hate. It’s that strong. And I get frustrated so easily. When I can’t get the first question, I feel like not doing any of it at all. I want to drop the class but I can’t because I won’t let myself.

Getting a little carried away there. Here is my thesis statement: I hate chemistry.