chemistry

I got a stack of papers handed back to me and the one on top had a number 28 written in the corner.

My breathing was a little altered after seeing how poorly I did on the test, but I joked it off with everyone I came in contact with because it made me feel as if the whole thing was truly a joke, not my real test grade. I have a comprehensive final in this class at eight in the morning on Monday, which means a 6 inch stack (no, seriously, I measured) of papers must be processed in one day and thoroughly understood. Not to mention my other three finals materials.

My GPA is yelling at me right now, it never understood why it kept lowering as the semester went on. I guess I spent too much time thinking and processing through new experiences and emotions instead of chemistry equations and all the presidents in history. After Monday is over, I will be able to breathe again. I have missed being able to breathe.

I am determined to pass this class.