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Here I am again.
I feel a bit...
thrown off.
I don't think I'll be continuing my chemistry career. I don't know why, though. I should love chemistry. I love parts of it still, I suppose. Sytheses are thrilling. There's something about the beauty of creation (I've seen it in math and art and language as well) that is absolutely wonderful for the soul. Must have inherited it from our Father.
Yes. That's right. Chemistry is good for the soul. =D
Parts of it, anyway. I'm not a "lab person," myself. I'm afraid I don't make the connection between those nice little diagrams of phenols and alkoxides and whatnot and the foul-smelling clear liquids and white powders that we slosh around the lab room. I also don't like the way we go through chemistry. It would take quite a few courses of it, I imagine, for me to figure out precisely what's going on in any one of several reactions I have to deal with. I don't like that. Memorization is not as fun as understanding. ...and when you're triple-majoring, you have to LOVE a subject to not drop it in exchange for some free course spots.
So...I think that major's out the window.
Biology maybe? Biochemistry? Or maybe I'll say screw it altogether, and go into med school with majors in spanish and math. lol.
My devotional ("My Utmost for His Highest," by....Oswald Chambers? hmmm...sounds right) warned me to not get caught in excess of thought when I should be acting. Yeah. I already know that. It's one of my big problems. So many problems to solve lately, it seems. So much ground to cover. That just brought another one to the foreground.
So I'm kind of...not morose. Definitely not morose. But the word came to my head. Kind of...emotionally tired...? No. Not tired...not yet. More...burdened. I must say emotional burden is not something I've felt in quite a while. That, I think, should not be the case.
I think, perhaps, this journal has some use for me. I don't find that I need it in order to ease any feeling inside me, or to let others know how I'm doing, or to prompt others to become more interested in my life. Rather, I think it shall serve as a bridge between who I am and who I appear to be. If others see this, which I have written as myself, I will be less prompted to pretend I am someone else when around others.
Maybe.
It's worth a try.
Heck, someone might even take me seriously one of these days.
I might even say something worth taking seriously. You never know.
...I suppose I don't have much else to say, as very very little has physically occurred today.
Oh! Phrase of the day:
"The enthused barbarian swiveled about..."
Ask me about this one; It's a hoot.
I feel a bit...
thrown off.
I don't think I'll be continuing my chemistry career. I don't know why, though. I should love chemistry. I love parts of it still, I suppose. Sytheses are thrilling. There's something about the beauty of creation (I've seen it in math and art and language as well) that is absolutely wonderful for the soul. Must have inherited it from our Father.
Yes. That's right. Chemistry is good for the soul. =D
Parts of it, anyway. I'm not a "lab person," myself. I'm afraid I don't make the connection between those nice little diagrams of phenols and alkoxides and whatnot and the foul-smelling clear liquids and white powders that we slosh around the lab room. I also don't like the way we go through chemistry. It would take quite a few courses of it, I imagine, for me to figure out precisely what's going on in any one of several reactions I have to deal with. I don't like that. Memorization is not as fun as understanding. ...and when you're triple-majoring, you have to LOVE a subject to not drop it in exchange for some free course spots.
So...I think that major's out the window.
Biology maybe? Biochemistry? Or maybe I'll say screw it altogether, and go into med school with majors in spanish and math. lol.
My devotional ("My Utmost for His Highest," by....Oswald Chambers? hmmm...sounds right) warned me to not get caught in excess of thought when I should be acting. Yeah. I already know that. It's one of my big problems. So many problems to solve lately, it seems. So much ground to cover. That just brought another one to the foreground.
So I'm kind of...not morose. Definitely not morose. But the word came to my head. Kind of...emotionally tired...? No. Not tired...not yet. More...burdened. I must say emotional burden is not something I've felt in quite a while. That, I think, should not be the case.
I think, perhaps, this journal has some use for me. I don't find that I need it in order to ease any feeling inside me, or to let others know how I'm doing, or to prompt others to become more interested in my life. Rather, I think it shall serve as a bridge between who I am and who I appear to be. If others see this, which I have written as myself, I will be less prompted to pretend I am someone else when around others.
Maybe.
It's worth a try.
Heck, someone might even take me seriously one of these days.
I might even say something worth taking seriously. You never know.
...I suppose I don't have much else to say, as very very little has physically occurred today.
Oh! Phrase of the day:
"The enthused barbarian swiveled about..."
Ask me about this one; It's a hoot.