holy fucking H2O, bondman
...um, right. ignore the title. it's almost 4:30 in the morning, I've been studying chem for about 12 hours now (on and off, so maybe 10 total), I'm in Vani's floor's lounge, so I don't really know any of the people here, I'm flipping out because I realize how little of the material I know, I'm exhausted, and yet... one recurrent thought... in a little more than 12 hours... I will be done for the semester. NO MORE work after tonight. It's one thing that's keeping me going.
Right about now is when I question myself. Do I really want to be a chem major if I can't understand the bloody stuff, most of which we covered in Chem AP? How was I so much smarter in 11th grade? Perhaps it's the pot smoke lingering in the air from someone on the floor. Perhaps I'm past my prime? ugh. I don't know. stupid, stupid, stupid.
My linguistics final was awful. One sample question: "Why is the English language unlikely to have a verb 'blim' such that, 'Frank blimmed Steve' means 'Steve scratched Frank's face.'" Reading the question so quickly, I didn't notice that the names were reversed; this is not a likely verb in English because the object-subject roles are reversed. Instead I bullshitted something about how hopelessly specific it all was.
I am a failure at life. I can't even make instant Thai noodles (directions: heat water. soak noodles in water. drain water. add flavoring packet.) Somehow I managed to fuck up the whole soaking part. I don't know. Gaah.
Dear Niels Bohr model, chemical kinetics, hydrogen, Lewis structures, pi bonds, et al,
Fuck you.
Love,
Stuart
I have spent 9 minutes too many writing this entry.
PS: Alex, if you're reading this: Thanks for the "pep talk." It really did make me feel better... I'm just too stressed out. And Vani, thanks for answering my myriad questions.
Right about now is when I question myself. Do I really want to be a chem major if I can't understand the bloody stuff, most of which we covered in Chem AP? How was I so much smarter in 11th grade? Perhaps it's the pot smoke lingering in the air from someone on the floor. Perhaps I'm past my prime? ugh. I don't know. stupid, stupid, stupid.
My linguistics final was awful. One sample question: "Why is the English language unlikely to have a verb 'blim' such that, 'Frank blimmed Steve' means 'Steve scratched Frank's face.'" Reading the question so quickly, I didn't notice that the names were reversed; this is not a likely verb in English because the object-subject roles are reversed. Instead I bullshitted something about how hopelessly specific it all was.
I am a failure at life. I can't even make instant Thai noodles (directions: heat water. soak noodles in water. drain water. add flavoring packet.) Somehow I managed to fuck up the whole soaking part. I don't know. Gaah.
Dear Niels Bohr model, chemical kinetics, hydrogen, Lewis structures, pi bonds, et al,
Fuck you.
Love,
Stuart
I have spent 9 minutes too many writing this entry.
PS: Alex, if you're reading this: Thanks for the "pep talk." It really did make me feel better... I'm just too stressed out. And Vani, thanks for answering my myriad questions.