Dear LiveJournal, I failed
chemistry. Again. And it will be for ever and ever. Although I had perjured jury not to consider, (because I have a reputation to maintain and because I pretend that I have more useful things to do though is verse, because, as Mother says "all I have to do is study" regardless of my artistic inclinations) I reviewed a little loose air .* * The point is that I knew something . Moreover, he knew all less chemical equations.
course, the examination was based on chemical equations. The did and then with what you were doing the rest was I had studentsed.
was almost great, because we were forty people locked in a room designed in half, looking at the sheet side of WTF? while the teacher threw malicious giggles.
Anyway, the truth is that in the recovery tables I enjoy very much.
Nobody knows anything, they are all bad humor, and we are always the same. We are like one big family. All united in the noble art of copying, of escaping the matter at any price. Even when your dignity, so I've seen. People llorandor, people kneeling, people shouting, people throwing things ... or people like me who goes blank delivery happy because until next year need not worry.
At least, I am completely relaxed. Until February 2008, at least.
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