I am so nervous. I feel like I'm going to vomit. In exactly an hour I should be seated in my O-Chem class waiting for the moderators to hand me my final exam so I can fail. I am not ready. I am freaking out. I was doing so well in studying but even then, I could not catch up. I choose my health, once again over my studies, and that choice is going to bite me firmly in the ass. Half of me is tempted to just skip the final and stay here and read House of Leaves. But I won't. I'm marching in there. Doing as many problems as I can and BSing the rest. I am so nervous. I want to do good, just adequate but I'm going to do worse than adequate. Oh well. I'm just nervous. If I study any more about nomenclature and isomers I swear I am going to vomit. Reading is just making me feel worse.
"Oh I hope some miracle happens," says the dying atheist.
-ChesterYaYa
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