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Phew, huge Biology test out of the way. Man, I don't think I've ever studied so much in my life. Beginning last Monday, for at least 3 hours a day I devoted myself to studying for this one test. My weekend was spent studying for hours upon hours. It was like.. Mr. Milz's AP History x 3. Yeah, I'm sure those of you who were in Mr. Milz's AP History are probably saying, "You have no idea what his tests were like." Oh, but believe me.. after this, I have quite the understanding. So, the entire process of Glycolysis, Kreb's Cycle, ATP Synthase, Electron Transport System in the mithochondria and cholorplast, H-Pump, Na/K Pump, Photo System 1 and 2 processes, and the Calvin Cycle.. just to name a few. I had to know how to draw them, describe them, function, structure, location, etc. Plus 75 more pages of just notes.
Kyle is really cool by the way....and if he checks this website later and this part isn't here......pain will come! There will be much wrath!
.. And that was from the voice of Kyle, ladies and gentlemen. Moving on....but in the voice of lauren....he really is pretty cool, but don't tell him I said that.
Now moving on.
.. Kyle, you're really gay. Moving on, complete.
So I've had one busy Monday. It's always my busiest day with 5 classes, but it was even busier today because I had a Chem quiz and Frech quiz on top of the Bio test.
School has been alright. I was home this weekend, as usual, which always makes me happy. Chanty came home with me, too. She really had a lot of fun up North in Nanticoke. I think she liked actually being in a home with a family. I took her to the famous Bloomsburg Fair, where she ate a gyro, funnel cake, and apple dumpling for the first time. And she thought it would be alright if she wore flip-flops... in 35 degree temperatures. Ha.. Floridians. They don't know the meaning of cold.
Andrew and I had a big fight that started on Thursday. It finally ended Sunday, of course my last day at home before school again. But I'm just happy we've moved on and made up. I can't stand fighting with him. And the hardest part about it is, he's too damn stubborn to give in. Arg, damn you Andrew and your Irishness :) We don't fight that often, but when we do, it can be nasty. We're both too stubborn to admit either of us is wrong. The distance doesn't make things better either. It's hard enough being an hour and a half away from him and only having time to call him every few days or every so often for a few minutes. But fighting is unbearable. I hate being mad at him while I'm at home and only 10 minutes away. Point is, we had a bad fight, I thought I lost him, but I was wrong, we got over it and talked, and now things can't be better. Yay!
I'm tired. There's nothing like having to wake up at 5AM on a Monday, only to be in a car for an hour and a half and make it to your 8 o'clock class. Methinks it be me bedtime. Arrr.
Kyle is really cool by the way....and if he checks this website later and this part isn't here......pain will come! There will be much wrath!
.. And that was from the voice of Kyle, ladies and gentlemen. Moving on....but in the voice of lauren....he really is pretty cool, but don't tell him I said that.
Now moving on.
.. Kyle, you're really gay. Moving on, complete.
So I've had one busy Monday. It's always my busiest day with 5 classes, but it was even busier today because I had a Chem quiz and Frech quiz on top of the Bio test.
School has been alright. I was home this weekend, as usual, which always makes me happy. Chanty came home with me, too. She really had a lot of fun up North in Nanticoke. I think she liked actually being in a home with a family. I took her to the famous Bloomsburg Fair, where she ate a gyro, funnel cake, and apple dumpling for the first time. And she thought it would be alright if she wore flip-flops... in 35 degree temperatures. Ha.. Floridians. They don't know the meaning of cold.
Andrew and I had a big fight that started on Thursday. It finally ended Sunday, of course my last day at home before school again. But I'm just happy we've moved on and made up. I can't stand fighting with him. And the hardest part about it is, he's too damn stubborn to give in. Arg, damn you Andrew and your Irishness :) We don't fight that often, but when we do, it can be nasty. We're both too stubborn to admit either of us is wrong. The distance doesn't make things better either. It's hard enough being an hour and a half away from him and only having time to call him every few days or every so often for a few minutes. But fighting is unbearable. I hate being mad at him while I'm at home and only 10 minutes away. Point is, we had a bad fight, I thought I lost him, but I was wrong, we got over it and talked, and now things can't be better. Yay!
I'm tired. There's nothing like having to wake up at 5AM on a Monday, only to be in a car for an hour and a half and make it to your 8 o'clock class. Methinks it be me bedtime. Arrr.