Its not H3, its H8.

All this talk about H3s is eating my brain.

Everywhere I walk in school, people are either asking me about H3s, talking about their own H3s or doing the first in order to do the second. Maybe I'm so annoyed about it because I don't like thinking about it. It all seems pretty simple to me, just take whatever interests you la. but then again, you shouldn't listen to me because I applied based on the course titles.

Anyway, pharm chem proved to be strangely engaging, not because I understood anything, because I didn't but because I got pretty amused watching the rest of the LT. Its like, all those elite brains crammed in a small space and every time the lecturer said a statement at supersonic speed, there was a collective "?!?!?!?!" moment where all the brains seemed to simultaneously gasp for oxygen trying to process what she was saying. Its like, an aura of "hhhhuuuhhh?" that comes in waves. But as the lecture progressed I think everyone got the idea that this was something we weren't meant to understand. Or maybe that was just me while everyone else got used to the pace of the lesson and were happily plotting the molar extinction constants of spectrometers.

Ah well, whichever one I end up taking, I think, I predict I'm going to die so bad its not even funny. But anyway, for now, I'm just going to bask in sadistic joy at everyone else dying and squirming to choose a H3. Oh yes, and the image of the dazed look the timetabling people will give me if I tell them I want to take H3 chem, H3 math, H1 physics and H2 TSD. And before all of you get on my case about how retarded that combi is, don't worry, it should be out the window once I run it past my parents.