Everytime I think I've got my act together...I really haven't :(

[floralcloud]

I suck at quantitative analytical chemistry. I fucked up my first two titrations and since I didn't get my first lab report from the known titrations lab, I couldn't calculate my percentage of soda ash in my sample. I am so fucked. My lab instructor told me to beg my chemistry professor for his forgiveness, admit that I was a total dipshit for

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[squidflakes]

I'm not sure I'm going to phrase this correctly, so I'm sorry if it comes out wrong. You know I internet love you, so please bear that in mind when reading.

Did you bring your high school game to the college level and expect to do anything other than average? Your freshman year of college isn't 13th grade. They don't give a crap if you pass or fail, excel or lag behind. The high school has to, the more you excel the more money they get. The college, not so much.

You've ether got to level up and start giving your super delicious best, then better it, or accept that the effort you're putting in is only middle of the road.

*hugs*

Please make sure you follow that advice about seeing your prof. They'll usually make allowances if you realize what's going on.

Also, I 100% firmly believe that you can do this. You can excel. You can be that person who everyone comes to for help. That is you. You are that. You just gotta unlock it.

[floralcloud]

When I came to my college I knew that chemistry/biology wasn't my forte so I tried harder to make the grade and figure out how to play the game. I'm getting better at it, but there are rocky places. I get what you're saying. I will need to try harder if I want to be the best.

It's not as bad as I make it seem, I promise. I have been doing very well chem lab so far, but it is this one moment of stupid that broke my perfect combo. :(

[squidflakes]

I've been reading far too much manga lately. All I could see was you making a speech with your nose about an inch from mine and you're holding your fist up and lightning is shooting from it, and we swing our fists at one another but it turns out we're really grabbing hands and jumping up a thousand feet and surrounded by all sorts of vertical lines and pastel colors.

fucking air gear, I swear.