Chemistruuuuuuuurgh
Uuuuuuuurgh.
Chemistry exams. How I do loathe them. Whilst Biology was challenging yet manageable. Chemistry was a whirlwind of formulas, atomic masses and moles. And not the kind that kestrels eat.
I’d imagine a person of average intelligence such as myself doing this sort of algebraic gibberish is similar to someone putting a copy of Stephen Hawkin’s A Brief History of Time in front of a duck. At least it will produce the same results.
Still, I have high hopes for tommorow. Media Studies is the ace up my examiner-moderated sleeve; my gun at an AQA-sponsered knifefight. Its on.
