I had my chemistry final yesterday... or I was supposed to atleast. At the beginning of the semester, our teacher said that if we had higher than a 95% in the class that we would not have to take the final, and I calculated my grade to be about a 84%. So I went to take the final at the ungodly hour of 7:30 in the morning, after studying all day on Sunday. He had also said that he would not let the final hurt our grades, so I am not sure why I studied; I guess it felt like the thing I was supposed to do. Anyway, when class started he started rattling off the names of the people who had over a 100% in the class. About 15 people got to leave. Then he listed the people with over a 95% and another 35 people got to leave. I had been pretty happy about getting a B in chemistry, but once I found out that 50/60 people had over a 95 I didn't feel so happy about it. Anyway, Doc then turned to the rest of us and said that we could look over the test and decide if we wanted to take it. If we did, then we had the opportunity to raise our grade, otherwise we could leave. I looked over the test and found out that it was most of the stuff that I had studied already, but I had flashbacks of the previous three tests where I had the same feelings and I got a 60%, 62% and 65% on each. So I left. And that was the final that I was dreading.

Now I just have to do a take home test for Core and a final for Computer Science. Other than that I am watching the 8 seasons of South Park, some Simpsons, and playing Half Life 2... because I finally bought it. Oh yeah... and it is great.