School. Senior year so far is overwhelming. There is a lot of pressure. Pressure to do your best in classes. Pressure to enjoy this last year with your closest friends before you get scattered. Pressure to go on to amazing things next year. Pressure to know what you're doing with your life. Pressure to be an adult and understand things.
There's a lot going on in my mind these days. I'm not ready for the next phase. At least I don't feel ready. I feel like there's a lot I still need to do. The list never ends.
P-Chem is crazy. Theoretical science blows my mind with how well it can explain such realistic events. I still can't get over the fact that humidity makes air less dense. Insane. In the membrane.
Off to shuffleboard.
