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You oughta hear the mirror in my house You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth Says I’m imperfect in every way: “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”/...But I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply I’m gonna fill up the great divide You’ll never break me with all the things you say “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”

Friday, April 13, 2007

Stupid chemistry.

So I have a chem test in a half hour.
This thing has taken over my life for the past couple of days.
I have gone through the five stages of grief with it.
There was denial..."it's not coming, it's not..."
Anger..."I HATE CHEM...."
There was bargaining. "WHY CHEM? WHY NOW???"
The depression kicked in full swing last night and part of this morning. "I'm going to fail. I don't understand. I'm tired of chem. I don't want to deal with this."
Now the acceptance.
I'm not going to do very well. I don't know all of the equations like I should. There are problems I have no idea how to begin solving, and that's just how it's going to be...if I was to get as high as a C, I would be dancing and singing.
All I can do is reaffirm what I do understand and hope for the best.
When it's done, I'm going to collapse with joy.
I don't wanna....

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