I hate it.
The worst subject ever.
I imagined this class going great and meeting a potential boyfriend or a girlfriend in this class, because you know, it's called chemistry, but nope all I see are initials on a laptop screen (thanks Covid)!
I get it, molecules and atoms make up everything and the periodic table of elements was made by some guy who's mother left him at a school and she died the next day.
Or something like that, I wouldn't know I don't pay attention.
Youtube and Google and Socratic, oh how I love Socratic, have helped me survive this awful course.
I'm not blaming my teacher, wait no I am, she tries her best I know, but I can't deal with her anymore.
I have been able to maintain a B all year so that I can exempt this fucking final.
But now I got a C plus and that shit needs to go up two percent by next week.
Because I swear to God, if I have to take that fucking final, I will type in 100 for every fill in the box, if it's asking for a number. If it is asking for a word I shall put "chemistry" and if it is multiple choice I am putting B, or whichever one has the least amount of words.
-C.M
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