It’s been a while since I wrote that blog describing my relationship with Chemistry. Now that I’m enrolled as a graduate student, I am once again mingling with the men in my life.
I know, I know. I know I’ve told you one too many times before that I never want to sit through a boring class again–classes that made me want to shoot myself in the head before. But then again, teaching comes with certain responsibilities which include bettering yourself by taking higher education.
So here I am. Obliged to be face to face with two of the men in my life (both at the same time, mind you)–Organic Chemistry and Inorganic Chemistry. If you remember from my previous blog, Organic Chem was an old friend who decided to be more than just friends with me. That didn’t work very well. We were friends before and we should just get back to being just friends, right? Well apparently, that bridge has been burned. We hate each other’s guts. I’m so over you and I don’t wanna be your friend.
Inorganic Chemistry and I used to be passionately in love. How are we today? Well honey that flame has been put off a long time ago, never to be lit again.
I am so uninspired. I’mma give Phychem a try next semester. If I don’t see anything there, it’s probably time to move on from chemistry and classify it as history.
Disclaimer: This was written during a bad hair day in bad weather.
Originally posted on October 6, 2013 at theglowie.blogspot.com