I was never particularly good at science. My one recurring nightmare is that classic:
“Today's the day I take the college exam for the class I didn't even know I was taking!”
It's always a science class. Always.
It might have something to do with the C- I got in Plant Biology my senior year, and all the classes I skipped, causing me to get that C-. I was rebelling, I guess. We had to take TWO four credit lab sciences to graduate- a stupid STUPID rule that I hope they've eradicated now that it's resulted in endless years of therapy.
Oh right, I still don't have a therapist. But when I get one...the amount I give to my alma mater's annual fund may be substantially lower. . .
Meanwhile,
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