The dreaded Thursday

Thursdays are usually a full day of college for me, and today was no different (except with the dreaded FP2 mock, which we'll get to later). I did some maths work for an hour in the library before heading to chemistry. The thing about chemistry is it used to be fun, until we started doing organic. Now all I see now are hexagons and arrows, and I get lost in them all. Anyway, we did chromatography today, and I was as confused as ever, wondering why things randomly travel up the paper at different rates (I'm such a chemistry noob I know). I usually spend most lessons talking to Jasmine and Fraz and copying their work, as they're better at it than I am *insert sad face here*. At one point in the lesson, our teacher walked around with chromatography paper and said to us, "You're not allowed to touch it...but you can feel it." which got somewhat confusing, I'm not going to lie. :/


When lesson ended, Jasmine left us for crisps (or that's what she said, but she also used to think my name was a sound effect. Oh yeah, and she's white. Jus' sayin'). For the next hour during our maths for uni enrichment class, Fraz was telling me to do STEP I and AEA as today was the deadline for applying to them, and sadly, me being me and all, I agreed. So now I have 9 exams in June. Wonderful.
During lunch, I waited around for the black guy as per usual, and I went with him to the canteen where it was Masinnie's birthday. Randy naturally only went there because of the cake, which was rainbow coloured and loaded with sugar (two things Randy loves. Rainbows and sugar...no homo). He denies he was just there for the cake but we all know the truth. At one point he completely disappeared, and I thought he just blended in with the background, you know, like a ninja. No racism intended.


I headed to maths (and my doom) after lunch, where we were doing an FP2 mock. AQA maths makes no sense because FP2>FP4>FP3 in terms of difficulty. I swear AQA are the work of the devil.
That maths paper completely annihilated my brain, though I suppose this supports the theory of me storing my mathematical knowledge in my hair (I know some weird people). When we finished, I felt just about ready to cry...and we headed off to physics. But before we get to that, here's a picture that represents me (almost perfectly):

I like physics. It used to be my favourite subject after all, but this year I'm really not feeling it. My teacher is about as good at teaching physics as Cher Lloyd is at singing...so not very good. Anyway, me being my productive self I concluded that the Sun is Arab, because apparently people used to think the Sun was just a massive piece of coal, and as we all know, coal is black. But now we know that the Sun is yellow, and Arabs usually come in yellow or black, hence the Sun is an Arab. When I came to this conclusion, Tom just looked at me, shook his head and hit his head on the desk. I also came to the conclusion that this is what Wiz Khalifa is talking about in his song 'Black and Yellow'. This was all while Fraz was trying to vaporise my mind...what a noob eh?


After college finished, I waited for the black guy for a while, then realised he was doing a practical with Bernie (and we can't disturb his Bernie time, oh no) so I headed off with Hericka, Nemo, Chris and a bunch of other noobs to the train station, where there was a bit of a dispute concerning which carriage we should get on. On the train, Chris was talking about how he shaved his chest hair (err...yay?) and we were all...surprised. Then it got onto waxing our scrotums, which sounded quite painful. That conversation had to come to an end [sadly] as I arrived at my station, and left the noobs.