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I invite you to join in my fear.  Chemistry Marking Period Final tomorrow.

Luckily, I soothe myself with the knowledge that this will be the hardest test of the year, as our lovely Doc does not write the official final.  So that means that after tomorrow, there can be rejoicing!

Rejoice!

But not until tomorrow.  Which means that today is a day full of fear and apprehension, which is not aided by no small amount of internal conflict.  So for all of you out there who are not, in any way, a Science Brain, send me your luck.

Oh, God, do I need it.

In fact, I am writing this post while taking a break from studying periodic trends.  Wanna know something? I don't give a damn.  I really don't.  Give me a question about English, sure, I'll give you a freaking textbook explanation.  But I really don't care about electronegativities.

English Brains ftw!

It is because of this distaste for science (and math) that I am not taking physics next year.  I'm taking AP Psychology.  Which, for reasons unbeknownst to me, gives me history credits.  Because I don't need those.  Because the Fates are conspiring against me.

(Today is Gracey Rants About School Day, in case you were wondering.  No wonder nobody reads us, Trey.  I'm damn boring. And use bad words.  Insulting their maiden's sensibilities, you know.)

On a brighter note, I get to go on the band trip Thursday!  I got most of my packing done today, because the downside of going on the trip is that I have to do all of this coming weekend's homework this week, plus go to all the practices (my arms huuuuuurt) all without losing my mind.

But four days away from home, Trey! It's so exciting.

Don't miss me too much, eh? 

(Ooh, I just took an online practice quiz for Chemistry, and I got an 84%.  Come on, B or better...)

Anyway, I'll talk to you soon, after this hellish homework extravaganza.

Love,

Gracey