chemistry notes

Today I wrote my Chemistry 11 Final. Given that I don't intend to pursue a career remotely within the sciences, I am never taking another chemistry related course ever again. Today was the last time I ever had to touch that stuff.

Naturally, as I no longer have any use for them, I recycled all my notes after the exam. I knew more than to recycle them in front of my chemistry teacher, so I put all my notes in the recycling bin in a vacant social studies classroom.

I'd like to take a moment and explain that I wasn't getting rid of my notes because I hate chemistry. In fact, I ended up enjoying chemistry class more than I had planned. If anything, I was kind of sad, realizing that I was done with this material forever. But I needed to get rid of my notes, otherwise they would just be taking up space in my house.

After I had thrown all my notes into the recycling bin, I took a seat at The Corner and proceeded to chat with some of my peers who had just finished the same exam. After awhile, the other chemistry teacher, an excitable young man, came by. Inexplicably, as though he knew about the sin I had just committed, he walked straight into the social studies classroom I had just been in, and emerged from it carrying all my
chemistry notes.

"Who threw away all their chem notes?!?!?!?!" He cried.

Sheepishly, I identified myself as the culprit.

"Why would you do that?"
"I don't need them anymore."
"Yes you do! You need to know all of this for Chemistry 12."
"Sadly, I'm not taking Chemistry 12 next year."

Without flinching, he responded,
"But this is such wonderful information to have!"
His face showed a mixture of excitment over the wonderful information and horror over my actions.

He started to thumb through my notes and mumbled to himself what was written on them.
"... like, limiting and excess reagents - this is the best stuff ever!"

I was feeling guilty, given his passion for the material, and how callous my actions must have seemed to him. As well, my contacts were irritating my eyes due to a combination of allergies and overall dryness, so my eyes were watering

"I know, and I have enjoyed learning all of it, but I'm never taking chem again."

I needed to come up with something better.

"And look, I'm not happy about this either." I said, pointing at the tears rolling down my face.

He was silent, and mostly still except for the constant vibrations his body makes due to an excess of energy he no doubt possesses. His hands were clutching onto my notes. Desperately, I searched for something else to say to ease the pain.

"I recycled my notes with love!"

Well, tried to, at least. The teacher nervously laughed off the situation and dashed to someplace else.

annoying people

Today was a day like any other, only I'm still kind of sick and I've been fasting since midnight for the 30 hour famine. Okay, so maybe today wasn't like "any other." Nonetheless, it hasn't exactly been a spectacular day.

Something that has been turning in my head a lot lately is a very particular aspect of human nature. No, it's not anything like a desire to be wanted or to have control. It's that I've come to believe that there is something in most, maybe all, human beings, that causes us to be as annoying as physically possible.

I am only half joking about this. Case in point: without naming names, there's this girl who has for some reason been a big part of my life over the past few months. I don't want to make it too obvious as to who this is, but either way, I get the feeling she is very consciously trying to make my life a living hell.

So, I'm a bit paranoid, but that doesn't excuse how annoying she has been. Though a seemingly quiet person, she single-handedly made sure I was unhappy with my end of a "deal" of some sorts. You'd think someone like this would at least be capable and kind of bright, which is I'm sure how other people see her, but she hasn't proved herself to be this in the least bit.

That's why I've decided, some people are just annoying. They offer no excuse other than... actually no, I can't think of any excuse. Whilst I'm adamantly against the idea that people "can't help themselves", I can't actually think of a way someone could resist this spirit of annoyingness.

I wonder if these kinds of people thrive on the suffering of others. I sure hope she makes at least someone happy.

delay man

Something I wrote just now, unable to do an analysis assignment for English class...

cold, foggy nights
friends see things others won't
too afraid to tell
too afraid to show
close your eyes
and pretend you don't see
delay man
delay man

ghosts chanting your name
bleeding from swollen ears
where is your heart at
where is your mind at
say your name
and believe you are him
delay man
delay man