What’s wrong with me? For some reason I can’t seem to get myself to get back to my chemistry so I can take the final and get it over with. It’s getting ridiculous. I mean, here I am. My chemistry text is a mere three feet away, snuggled quietly in my red backpack. My chem. notes are there, my scientific calculator, a couple of pencils . . . and what am I doing? Instead of studying chemistry I’m blogging about not studying chemistry.
The only thing I can think of is that I’m either avoiding it (because I’m afraid I won’t do well), or my sub-conscious doesn’t think I have enough guilt in my life. There is a part of me that keeps saying, “Come on, John. Get it together. The longer you wait the harder it’s going to be. The more time that ticks away the less chemistry you’ll actually remember and then you’ll really be in a world of academic hurt.”
I want to listen to that voice, I really do. But there’s another voice that just keeps saying, “Screw chemistry! Let’s get a soda!”
Maybe I can make a deal with them both. I’ll take a walk to the corner market and get soda as a bribe to myself to do chemistry.
Hmmm . . .