Today I was meant to have English class last period, but due to my limited tolerance of tedium and crybaby nature, I decided to sample other classes instead. Come 2:15, I had a very important decision to make: whether to go to photography or chemistry (neither of which subject I actually do). I settled on chemistry, because more of my nerd friends do chemistry.
I must stress that the only reason I elected not to do chemistry this year was because I'm afraid of pretty much everything, especially chemicals. I have an irrational yet ubiquitous fear of getting chemicals in my eye, or on my skin, or in my hair; and there is too high a risk of that happening in chemistry. Also, it looks difficult and I'm far too quiescent and brainless to ever be able to keep up.
Forty minutes into my first and only chemistry lesson, I already had green goop in my hair. At least it washed out, but now it feels funny.
It was on this note that I left chemistry and ventured into photography. I was there for ten minutes and already bored.
Maybe I should just go back to English.
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