While listening to a cranky priest describing how to convert to moles I can’t help but think that this whole lesson is a waste of time. In fact, most classes feel pointless to someone who dreams of becoming a creative director of Barneys. Chemistry is just one of many classes that I know I will forget once I reach my profession. I would be surprised if all these subjects stayed with me through the summer. That’s why I believe that high school is simply a place to expose my determination.
I first came to this notion when I was introduced to stoichiometry. As I scratched out each failed attempt at a problem my annoyance grew until I threw my hands up and wondered when I would ever use this again. Suddenly, the tedious geometry homework became of no value and endless pages of European history lost all hope of ever being respected. The only fathomable reason for the mundane work was to develop a relationship with stress.
Stress and I became better acquaintances last year. Being a freshman I had yet to experience Finals. Finals are the tests that keep you up all night studying, frantically trying to cram one more fact into your memory. I studied one subject for hours just for a letter. With three more years to go I plan to continue this ritual, however it isn’t because I care to know the subjects it is just for that one letter ‘A’.
While I do feel as though school is boring and filled with useless subjects I still work hard. I realized that I continue to work through many of the same geometry problems because somewhere inside me my determination to get a perfect score is to high to allow me to be lazy. This unfortunate disease plagues me in all aspects of my life, forcing me to not be lazy even when I want to the most. One side effect is stress and a lot of it. Stoichiometry tested my determination to get a high grade in Chemistry but somehow through all the failed tests and frustrating homework assignments I passed. Not all subjects are useless but the ones that are, are the hardest for me. However, my determination never lets me quit and will get me through the next round of finals, and you better believe that were will be a whole lot of stress with it. Oh joy.
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