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organic chemistry
March 2009 
All That Is Organic
Posted on Nov 16th, 2008
by 
Olgita
Olgita
I've been studying organic chemistry for over two days now...in preparation for an exam that I need to do well on (which, in the long run, will probably amount to very little). And while I feel like I should have the hang of it by now, I definitely do not. I've put forth numerous tea bags, chocolate binges, laptop battery hours and have sacrificed oodles of time, which could have been spent enjoying what may be the last weekend unharmed by winter's harsh and grating chill.
"College is meant for fun, homework and sleep. But you can only do two of the three."
This quote means more now than it did when I first read it. This weekend has been about ample study and sleep...but very little fun. This moment in particular is about procrastinating the inevitable, forcing myself to do anything but look down at the textbook page in front of me. This is an act of sanity--because if I continue scribbling down hydrogens, carbons and mechanisms which I cannot understand, I will awake to find my room in a chaotic state; with pages of my organic chemistry book fluttering about the room, broken shards of wood and lead from pencils strewn across the floor, and my ears ringing from the screams that took hold of me while I blacked out into "mad-dog teenage psycho" mode.
The truth remains that no matter how much I attempt to fix my surroundings into a tranquil, learner-friendly atmosphere, the overall air screams of distraction and utter depression. The passion grapefruit candle is lit to keep my senses awake while headphones cover my ears to drown out the washer and my upstair neighbor's particular brand of techno rock. What I wouldn't give for warm, sunny skies, a cool breeze, no worries or cares, my neighbor's sudden reversal in taste of music and Einstein's brain.
Through sleep-ridden eyes, tousled oily hair, overworked brain cells, I'll manage. I will convince myself that all of this is worth it; that all of this is necessary to do well; that this exam is not just a measure of my organic chemistry mastery but of my abilities; that if I can do this, I can overcome practically anything.
"College is meant for fun, homework and sleep. But you can only do two of the three."
This quote means more now than it did when I first read it. This weekend has been about ample study and sleep...but very little fun. This moment in particular is about procrastinating the inevitable, forcing myself to do anything but look down at the textbook page in front of me. This is an act of sanity--because if I continue scribbling down hydrogens, carbons and mechanisms which I cannot understand, I will awake to find my room in a chaotic state; with pages of my organic chemistry book fluttering about the room, broken shards of wood and lead from pencils strewn across the floor, and my ears ringing from the screams that took hold of me while I blacked out into "mad-dog teenage psycho" mode.
The truth remains that no matter how much I attempt to fix my surroundings into a tranquil, learner-friendly atmosphere, the overall air screams of distraction and utter depression. The passion grapefruit candle is lit to keep my senses awake while headphones cover my ears to drown out the washer and my upstair neighbor's particular brand of techno rock. What I wouldn't give for warm, sunny skies, a cool breeze, no worries or cares, my neighbor's sudden reversal in taste of music and Einstein's brain.
Through sleep-ridden eyes, tousled oily hair, overworked brain cells, I'll manage. I will convince myself that all of this is worth it; that all of this is necessary to do well; that this exam is not just a measure of my organic chemistry mastery but of my abilities; that if I can do this, I can overcome practically anything.
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