WHO THE HECK TAKES AN O CHEM BINDER?
Come on people! If you're going to be a thief, at least steal something good!
I have this organic chemistry test on Monday, and being the organic chemistry professor's daughter and probably the only chem major in my class of 250, it's important that I do well. Plus, I want to do well, because that's just the way I am. So I took my binder with all my notes and my review sheets, not only the ones I've taken so far, but this has all of the lecture outlines for the rest of the semester to the concert hall tonight. I was studying in between numbers, working out problems, reviewing as much as I could, since I haven't had a chance to do so all week because of World of Dance. I set my binder under my notebook while I ran to dance the west coast swing, and when I came back after the show, my notebook was there, but my binder was gone. If this was a joke, my gosh, it is so not funny. I have no notes from which to study, I have no lecture outlines for the rest of the semester, I have no review sheets. GAh I am so ticked. I am sobbing. It's like everything from the past week has all built up and built up, all the nights of no sleep, early rehearsals, full days where I leave at 6:45 AM and don't get home until midnight, stress of trying to figure things out and get my homework done, try to do the best I can for these performances, and study for this FREAKING TEST AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING. ;ahoawgh'aqhi'oaqgvabvae'vhia;skhndvahsva
I was going to go see a movie tonight, but if anyone says anything in the wrong way to me I'll fall completely apart.
Like I did as soon as I got out of Toffer's car.
It's not like I've never failed a test before.