For at least one period in my four years of high school, I spent it withering away in my third period class; chemistry. To this day, I feel that sitting through Mrs. Nation's class was a complete waste of my time. Spending forty-five minutes everyday, only to listen to her ramble about her personal life. Is it pathetic to say that I know more about her two kids and husband, rather than what makes up an atom?
Anecdotes & Commas,
E-Roc & Sandeezy
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