So Long, Chemistry!

Dear Chemistry,

I know we've been together for quite a while now. After all, three semesters is not an insignificant part of my college career, but I'm afraid I have some news for you. You see, I'm just not sure that you're worth it. I've put endless hours into you and what have I gotten in return? Frustration, stress, and tears! Yes, tears! From the first semester, right down to the bitter end. And I do mean bitter. I just need something more inspiring, if you know what I mean.

I've done my very best to get to know you over the semesters, but you are so elusive. First you tell me that atoms look like clay balls, then you tell me that they actually look like a clay ball with electrons whizzing around in neat little orbitals, then you confess that it has all been a lie! Those electrons aren't in neat little circles at all, they're in doughnut shapes, and Ps and Qs, and all sorts of strange orbitals! Then we tried to go organic and it turns out that molecules can bond this way, but not that way. But they actually can bond that way if you know the secrets about how to do it. Do you see my point? I've tried so hard to get to know you, but I just don't understand.

Now, don't be too sad. We've had some long nights together, and some terrible days. We've had time in the lab, and countless hours together in the wonderful testing center -- 5 for our 105 final alone. Don't you think it's time to move on? I sure do. I'll do you a favor and make it a clean break. You do me a favor and if you see me around, don't say hi. I think it's better if we're not even friends.

Sincerely,

Abbey