In every library there is a book that kills. Well maybe it doesn’t take a life away, but it certainly can kill a part of us. 3 hours until my first exam for Organic Chemistry and I haven’t even broke the seal on the textbook. This thing dwarfs any other book I’ve ever had; it weighs nearly 10lbs and contains nothing but pure gibberish to any normal human being. Okay, lets see the reaction between a hydrogen atom and chloride gives us an…Oh who am I kidding I’m screwed! I’ve always been a crammer but now I’ve met my doom with such a poor habit. Sure, it gets the grades in the easy math classes and whatnot, but if I’m going to be serious about becoming a chemist I need to know this goliath of a book inside and out.
This chill, phantom-like library is just laughing at me. The old lady bookkeeper is about ready to call it a day, the student to the left of me has his iPod booming, and the pretty girl to my right has that look of seduction on her face. Its funny how when one is in a dire situation like I am that the focus becomes lackluster, considering I now have 2 hours left and not a page has been deposited into my brain. Okay Elliot, I can do this; its just me, the book, and the desk going to work. Its funny how I have these little mind conversations with myself trying to tell myself that everything will be okay when in reality I am just waiting on my untimely misery.
Why can’t I get this stupid head to focus? Come on, Elliot, you’ve slacked off this whole month and it stops now! Open that book and do what you do best. Chapter 2: Aliphatic Compounds, lets see “Olefins alkenes with double bonds, which can be mono-olefins with a single double bond, di-olefins…” all right, I’m dead.
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