Organic Chemistry

Yet another crazy dream.

The skies were dark with misery, the leaves were falling with gloom, and I was going to English. Today was the day of the test. I sat in my desk and waited for the teacher to hand it to me. We were in a different room than usual, this one lacking windows and being small in general to fit a class of 17. Its the room we took our winter exam in.

I get the test and start working. It seems pretty straight forward...answering multiple choice questions, the occasional free response. Two H's here and an O there, all basic Englishy stuff. The test goes quickly with me being able to see only the occasional answer. I don't check my work, and instead, blaze through it with a speed and confidence that I never knew I was capable of.

The next week, we got our tests back. The skies were sill dark, the leaves were still falling, and I still didn't want to be there. It's like there was an ominous black halo surrounding my teacher's head in the fluorescent lights. It was chilling. He handed them out slowly and with purpose. I was in the back corner trying but failing to smile. I finally got my test after what seemed to be an hour of waiting. The grade on top in tight, red, fine-tip sharpie, was a lowercase "i", like it was trying to not scare me with a capital letter. If an F is the 0-60% range, then a G is a negative grade, an H is a double negative, and thus a positive, and an I is a triple negative. A freaking triple negative! That's like a triple insult! If an F insults you once, and the I insults you thrice, then that's four freakin insults! I lowered my jaw in shock and sat there feeling that I was falling down a never-ending hole.

I looked through the test and saw that it was nothing about english. Everything "what happens when the catalyst something or other", "show the decomposition of H2O or something or other", "blind your self and take the rest of the test or something or other." It was all organic chemistry. I have never taken this class. I had an honors chem class junior year...I remember that the teacher loves the smell of ammonia (or was it ammonium?...I dont know...whichever was NH4). I remember the gurn-dogg laughing it up as the entire class suffered from humiliation. Im kind of scared for if I have to take orgo in college; I may die from shame.

Thus, I learned organic chemistry.