BHS, I Love You.

I think before this moment I have never really appreciated just how wonderful Brownsburg High School was. Really, that place was friggin awesome. Honors classes, I mean. Yeah, I complained about Honors and AP workloads, but regular placement would have made me want to shoot myself in the face.

How did I discover this? It's called CHE 115. General Placement Chemistry Lab.

Let's start with my lab partner. We'll call her... Agnes. Yeah, I like that.

First day of lab: 

Agnes: Oh, I'm really good at chemistry, so if you have any questions just ask me.

Me: ...Um... sure. What year are you?

Agnes: Well... technically I'm still a first year.

Me: ...

Agnes: But this is my third year at EKU. My first year I partied too much. And second year I dropped out.

Me: (and she wanted me to ask HER if I had any questions?)

Agnes: What dorm are you in?

Me: Sullivan. The Honors dorm.

Agnes: ...Oh.

Then she proceeded to tell me that she didn't buy a lab notebook because she never used one in the past. And who took all the notes? Yours truly. Oh, and, by the way, could I please email her the lab report? Since I had the only copy of notes.

So I said, 'sure, what's your email address?'

And this week when we got to lab, she was like, 'you forgot to send me the lab report.'

Oh. Yeah. 'Forgot.' My bad.

Me: Did you buy a lab notebook?

Agnes: Um... not yet. But I will.

So I tore out a couple pages from mine and handed them to her. TAKE YOUR OWN DAMN NOTES. (No, I didn't say that. But I wanted to.)

And this week? She's writing her own lab report.

Sigh. Stupid people irritate me.