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Today was my last chemistry test before the final. My second-to-last last chance to raise my grade.
This morning I slept in. Then I went to the library and studied for two or three hours. Then I went to the gym, because I decided that exercising right before the test might help calm me down. I feel like my main problem with chemistry is just poor test performance. I know what I'm doing, I just get nervous.
Okay, sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing. But today I did, and I was determined not to let sweaty palms fuck it up for me.
I felt great during the test. I walked out of there feeling fanTASTIC. In twenty minutes I was sure I'd gotten another B. I was wrong about the molecular structure of graphite. I'd gotten the shape right, but not the bonds. I quickly convinced myself that I must have made tons of stupid little errors like that.
To cheer myself up, I made Drew go see the new Amityville Horror with me. We went to In 'n Out. Then we went to Whole Foods and I pouted and complained that he was spending too much money.
We got home thirty minutes ago. I checked my grade online. I got 97/100. The only thing I missed was graphite.
Now Drew and I are fighting. Ostensibly we're fighting because he grocery shops improperly and I dragged my feet when he asked for a martini. He's in bed watching television and not talking to me. Or I'm not talking to him.
Grrrr... dammit.
(See? I told you this thing ended badly.)
This morning I slept in. Then I went to the library and studied for two or three hours. Then I went to the gym, because I decided that exercising right before the test might help calm me down. I feel like my main problem with chemistry is just poor test performance. I know what I'm doing, I just get nervous.
Okay, sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing. But today I did, and I was determined not to let sweaty palms fuck it up for me.
I felt great during the test. I walked out of there feeling fanTASTIC. In twenty minutes I was sure I'd gotten another B. I was wrong about the molecular structure of graphite. I'd gotten the shape right, but not the bonds. I quickly convinced myself that I must have made tons of stupid little errors like that.
To cheer myself up, I made Drew go see the new Amityville Horror with me. We went to In 'n Out. Then we went to Whole Foods and I pouted and complained that he was spending too much money.
We got home thirty minutes ago. I checked my grade online. I got 97/100. The only thing I missed was graphite.
Now Drew and I are fighting. Ostensibly we're fighting because he grocery shops improperly and I dragged my feet when he asked for a martini. He's in bed watching television and not talking to me. Or I'm not talking to him.
Grrrr... dammit.
(See? I told you this thing ended badly.)
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