dear silly girl,
in approximately 40 minutes, i will be taking my final chemistry exam. i feel like i’m going to puke.
this has been the one class that i have struggled in since coming back to school. it didn’t surprise me either, because chemistry was also hard for me in high school… 10 years ago.
so until i get this grade and know what the damage is, i probably won’t write very much. i’ll be too busy not eating, feeling queasy and irritable, and wishing for a painful sickness to befall those who felt like chemistry was a necessary class for a future dental hygienist to take.
taking the high road, i am not.
i am relying on your father to feed you, dress you, and keep you entertained until i am over my panic-induced disorder. i wish you well, kid. it’s gonna be a lot of mismatched clothes and macaroni for you.
i will resume my mothering duties immediately following the receipt of a grade. in case of an emergency, i am placing a bag of marshmellows close to the edge of the kitchen counter.