I find it odd, yet strangely comforting that tomorrow might be a snow day. The whole place was abuzz about the possibility of white fluffy snow burrying us all alive. It's a lovely notion really... perhaps I'll even get some sleep. Alas, it has been so warm for the past few days that I had no hopes, until I went outside. The forst was quite a shock as it bit into me like a starving mutt. Perhaps tehre iwll be snow after all.
In chem, we played around with liquid nitrogen. I love that science beyond life itself. Something about the logic of balances and checks captured my fancy. There is a containment yet an elemnt of creativity. I will ask my teacher to write a letter of recommnedation. After all, it IS my favorite class, besides English.
I wonder at times if I'm an angry person. Most likely I am, because everyone insists upon it. Oh, and Sh cut thumb in half. New nickname? Thumbs up.
In chem, we played around with liquid nitrogen. I love that science beyond life itself. Something about the logic of balances and checks captured my fancy. There is a containment yet an elemnt of creativity. I will ask my teacher to write a letter of recommnedation. After all, it IS my favorite class, besides English.
I wonder at times if I'm an angry person. Most likely I am, because everyone insists upon it. Oh, and Sh cut thumb in half. New nickname? Thumbs up.