note to self: never ever again take 5 classes (yeah right and i continuously do this). what happens? you start working hard for at most three of those classes and then put no effort into the other two, leading to you sitting in the big pimentel room staring at the periodic table up on the wall hoping that with some miracle it will magically transform into a pool of knowledge upon which you can take from, and then, all the answers on the fucking true/false final could come to you.

i'm never going to get into law school. blah.