You Know What They Say About Fine Lines.

This picture has nothing to do with this post. Actually, I take that back. This picture is reminiscent of happier days. Days without chemistry. Too dramatic?

I know you log on to this site to read my complaints.

I find you endearing because you do such a thing. My thanks? Here, have a mug of creamy hot chocolate with gingerbread marshmallow's (Limited Edition!) and kick back.

Because I have a lot to complain about. But I can't tell if I have a lot to complain about because I'm blessed or whiny.

You know what they say about fine lines. Don't you?

Ahem. Allow me to begin.

Back in the brisk autumn days of this year my chemistry professor was fired. A sure blessing and answered prayer. My class was failing and he was to blame. Some people shouldn't teach, you know?

A replacement was made in the form of a 30 something old woman who can teach. A sure blessing and answered prayer.

Except there was backtracking to do because as you know, chemistry is a building block. We started over, cramming months of unlearned kinetic theories into our minds.

Which is why I have been studying days for a very lengthy 3 chapter chemistry exam. And a final next week.

Am I complaining because I am blessed? I did pray for understanding in chemistry. New professor. On larger scale, I do get an education.

Am I complaining because I am whiny? My brain can't possibly hold anymore information about equilibrium. And I would like some decent sleep. Too much to ask? Too whiny?

Anyway, like I said.

Fine line.

(Don't burn your tongue on the hot chocolate.)