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I’m going to build a couple other blog sites, to test out the theory that a subject-specific blog gets more traffic than one that is subject-specific about boring old me. Stay tuned.
Category Archives: School
F'Ing Chemistry
OK. I admit it. Not only do I not get the chemistry that I’ve recently paid $300 to take, I am also so astoundingly bored by it that I have a hard time snapping myself into panic mode in order to catch up and get a passing grade.
I’m 31 freaking years old, people. I don’t fail classes. I’ve been an almost-straight-A student since I’ve been back in school and I pride myself on overcoming obstacles – taking on a seriously tough classload while working full time and trying to maintain some semblance of a normal life. BUT CHEMISTRY IS KICKING MY ASS.
I hate it. I hate valence electrons and ionic compounds and -ates and -ites tetra-ides and all of it. I am so far behind (like three chapters behind) and I have until July 25 to complete ALL of it.
That’s it. Tomorrow after work I am going to the library. I’m going to sit and read the stupid book and the teacher’s very thorough and very detailed study guide (thank God for it) and I’m going to pound this knowledge into my head. I’m going to take the Chapter 3b quiz, I’m going to do better than a 52 (my score on the last quiz, and I wouldn’t have done that well if I hadn’t coerced Dwight into reading Chapter 3 and helping me) and I’m just going to roll through. I’m going to move my midterm appointment from Wednesday to Friday or Saturday and I’m going to the LIBRARY tomorrow, Wednesday, and Thursday and I’m going to catch up. Enough. This is haunting my every move, and I’ve got so much work work to do at (guess where?) WORK that I have no room in my head for this worry. Chemistry? Sure. I’ve got room for Chemistry. But not for worry.
Stay tuned. And hey, if you ever get the chance to take an online Chemistry class…don’t do it. For the love of Pete (whoever that is) and for all that is sacred and holy, please don’t take that class online. Have a teacher who can stand in front of you and answer all the baffled looks you through his/her way. For real. Those are my words of wisdom for the day.
Update and Back Into the Swing
I finally finished the semester with two A’s. Yes, the hellish paper is finished and was deemed worthy. I got an A- on it, presumably because I didn’t do 100% documentation. I documented my sources, but not correctly in all cases. I think MLA format was invented by the devil.
Today is Mother’s Day, so I give a big shout out to the woman who birthed me and put up with me for all these years. I’m sitting on her couch listening her talk to my aunt (her sister), like she does every Sunday from 12:00 PM – 1:00 PM. It’s a hard day for my aunt. It’s the anniversary of her daughter’s death from ovarian cancer, and it’s a cruel trick of fate that it would fall on Mother’s Day this year. It will again in 2014. One month later is the anniversary of my aunt’s GRANDDAUGHTER’s death in 2005 – a freak accident that happened several years after her mother (my aunt’s daughter) died. Sad…this time of year is very sad. I guess the bright side could be that it makes you more appreciative that you have your family and you have the friends you do (if you do), but I wonder what possible consolation there could be for someone like my aunt who has lost so much. It’s a lot to think about.
I think I’m going to start writing short stories about some of my family and tie them all together in a dark, depressing, Faulkner-esque kind of way. I might even through some regional slang in there. So stay tuned for that, because it should be pretty fun to read.
My husband is helping my father build a shed in the backyard of my parent’s house. He’s generally easy to get along with, but today he was pretty darn grumpy. I can hear him talking to my Dad and he’s laughing and stuff, so I guess he’s either in a better mood, or he’s planning to go home, beat up the cat, take a crap in my favorite shoes, and start drinking by 1:00. I’ll accept either, but I’d rather he takes it easy on the cat. She’s getting older and can’t defend herself like she used to (**disclaimer to anyone who might read this: although the possiblility that anyone at all reads this blog is laughable, on the off chance someone stumbles across this, please don’t report me to PETA. I don’t allow my husband to beat my cat, nor do I beat my cat, and I don’t advocate cat-beating in any circumstance. Unless the cat is your size or larger, and it took your shoes).
I’m taking Mom to get a pedicure once she gets off the phone. Happy Mother’s Day!