Woes of Endothermic Reactions...or was it Exothermic?

today was a pretty good day until Chemistry class. It was good after Chemistry class, come to think of it. In fact, it was good for most of Chemistry class too. Most meaning all of the class except those thirty seconds where I cried out of frustration.

Exothermic and endothermic reactions. It's so hard to understand what specifically the computer is asking about or what answer it is asking for. After trying to wrap my brain around the concept and trying some more, feeling every second like I was in danger of getting a migraine just from thinking too hard, I finally gave up, moaned "Mr. Pan!" (in memory of my former science teacher), and buried my eyes in my elbow lain plaintifully on the desk. I tried to cry to relieve all the stress of the work my brain had just been pushing and pushing at, without much success...but the crying didn't work very well anyways.

Chemistry class: I enter the purple gateway, sit in solace at my computer, and blast Tim Reimherr, Misty Edwards, or some sort of fancy classical music that makes all my friends want to run out of the room the moment they come in.

Chemistry class on the computer. Priceless.