soul-searching in chem class

I thought up the idea for this blog in a much more magnanimous mood. Today, I'm tired and bored and dissatisfied with this chem class and its professor. Plus, the desks in here are (not comfortable. I can't even put my feet up because they don't have the right type of basket under the chairs. Just ice my bitter cake with a thick layer of acetic acid (CH3COOH).

Let's try to get back to the mood, though. It was a good point that I had. Basically, it was going to be a self-critique for years of egotism and subconscious elitism. I started the aforementioned cursèd chem class two weeks ago with the idea that it was going to be super easy and that I would be surrounded by a bunch of numbnuts. Two reasons I should have known I was wrong: 1) two of my very good friends go to Mira Costa all year, and 2) all sorts of high school and college students take classes for credit in the summer. Then I realized why I hadn't thought of this in the first place: I had been thinking of my friends as less intelligent because they were at community colleges.

That's stupid. Katie's saving money right and left and has a clear idea of what she wants to do, and Langa's pre-med on the cheap. I'm the one that's following rather blindly in the American middle-class teen tradition. That's not a bad thing, per se, but the smugness is.

(and that's it. apparently class ended or something. 10 May 2007)