There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Yep yep. Hopefully I'll pass second-year chem and never have to deal with university-level chemistry ever again. From now on, the only chemistry I'll ever have to deal with will be in a high school science lab, and the hardest thing I'll ever have to do is a measly titration exercise. I think I could handle that.

The exam today didn't seem too bad. But I did still skip a fair few questions. The whole experience was a little odd, though. The overriding emotion I felt during the three hours was apathy. There was no pressure and I didn't feel the need to beat the clock. None of my characteristic anxiety. I mean, I spent half the time drawing on the data sheet or colouring the S-, P-, D- and F-blocks in the periodic table in different colours.

Ah well. Celebrated the 'occasion' with a five-dollar steak at the Lansdowne. Can't be beat. So that lifted my day by a significant margin. After some discussion over lunch, we've decided that I may join Barsoc (which Pat likes to refer to as Cocksoc, as in cocktail society) and get certified, vis-a-vis RSA/RCG. Both Pat and Simon tend bars, and well, sometimes I feel out of the loop when they start with their bartending shenanigans. And plus, I'd love to work in a bar.

Anyway, tomorrow I face PHYS2012 Physics 2B: Quantum Physics and Electromagnetic Properties of Matter. Fun times.


Listening to:
Title: You Can Touch
Artist: Crowded House
Album/station: Afterglow (1999)
Length: 3.46