ifuckinghatechemistry
i have spent over 13,000 minutes spent in lab 2 this year, 13,000 minutes that i counted down one at a time to make sure time wasn't standing still. and after all of that, i hate chemistry. the weird thing is i only had a moderate dislike for it until the last term. i worked hard in that class and i got had an a plus almost all year. then i took
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if it's any cosolation, i've had the same experience with gerbils.
i got the first one, sophie, for my birthday one year, but there was something a little off about her. she had grey fur and was soft, but had the reddest eyes ever. that, and whenever something came near her cage, she JUMPED UP AND BIT THE HELL OUT OF IT!! she drew blood from me more times then i care to remember, so i ended up having to wear these incredibly thick winter gloves to put my hand in her cage but she even took chunks out of those. i would put my gloved hand in to feed her or something, and she would go way out of her way to chomp onto the finger with all her might. as i lifted my hand out, she would still be HANGING on my finger with her teeth! so once we finally returned her, i saved her food bowl--or, rather, the bottom half inch of it, as the rest of it was chewed off.
we traded sophie in for sammy, who, to this day, was my very favorite gerbil ever. he was so soft and kinda plump and had a white, grey, and tan colourings all over him. he lived for quite some time, but unfortunately, he suddenly got really...different, i suppose, due to old age. suddenly i could feel his backbone so well through his cute little back, and he was walking really slowly, and i knew he was dying. so i crocheted him a little blanky, and one morning while i was getting ready for school (i must've been in 5th grade or so), i noticed he didn't move at all. he was still warm and still breathing but couldn't move, so i sat there and cried for the rest of the morning, and had to go into school late, and when i got back home, he was dead. i created a goodbye letter for him (which i'm trying desperately to find on my computer to show you), folded it and placed it in a shoebox right alongside sammy, who was wrapped up in his crocheted blanket i made him, and buried it all together in my backyard. of course, i made a gravestone, which is still somewhat existing back there, though some of it has fallen apart.
*big breath* THENNNNN i got ginger, who was a teeny little baby when i bought her. he had fur the color of ginger snaps (hence the name), and was super soft. still, she couldn't replace sammy, as sweet as she was, and i don't even know how long she lasted. this may or may not be bad thing. anywho, i suppose i buried her next to sammy, but she did not get a gravestone.
annnnd yes. that's the saga of amy's gerbils. tune in next time when amy tells of her 38597230985723895723985723985 goldfish, most of which were named leo or lila!
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