It’s only Monday and I’ve reached the point of sleep deprivation where I’m making up bad Organic Chemistry pickup lines. Highlights include:
- Damn, girl/boy/gender-neutral/…comrade(?), I hope you’re a peroxide, because I’m having trouble getting oxygen.
- Are you a cyanide compound? Because those lips look toxic.
- Are you a carbene? Because this feels explosive.
- I’ll conjugate my double bonds with yours, all night long.
And my personal favorite….
- Are you an aromatic ring system? Because I can tell from here that you’re chemical perfection.
titanic-syncs:
I can safely assume at least 98% of us should be doing homework
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So, after much hassling from my parents and my dear roommate, I went in to talk to my physics teacher and I went “So, it’s come to my attention that I’m way too ADHD to be getting as much out of this class as you seem to think I should be, do you have any tips.” Because, you know, sitting in a classroom watching a teacher derive equations on the board for an hour doesn’t play great with attention issues and a total inability to sit still. It also causes problems on exams with a strict time limit for obvious reasons. And like it’s not that uncommon an issue so, foolishly, I assumed that he would have literally any help at all to offer me.
He suggested that I make sure I’ve done the reading before every class, in detail, so that I won’t have to pay as much attention in class since I’ll ‘already know the material.’ Because clearly reading between twenty and fifty pages of extremely dense physics textbook is going to go so much better. CLEARLY the best solution to attention deficit problems. OBVIOUSLY. The more fool ME for not thinking of it, right? Who wouldn’t think of that as the obvious solution to ADHD? God, Moran, what are you even doing with your life if you’re not meticulously doing the reading for everything? Because God forbid I realize that doing the reading is literally useless to me, even in classes I give even a single iota of a fractional fuck about as anything except a mandatory requirement.
Since I’m probably abusing sarcasm at this point: I just want to punch him in his smug asshole face. Really hard. A lot. Also the next time he laughs at me for not getting something I might actually flip a table.
fever-rey:
ngl I want an eventual Ben/Leia reunion for no other reason than to watch 6'3" brick shithouse Adam Driver crumble like a Nature Valley bar all over tiny Carrie Fisher
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