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Hi, Rishi. I'll try to live up to your expectations. I view this space as more of a soap box than anything, though. And, uh, what is this about a wedding ring?!

The "hell of a rant" I mentioned in my previous post referred to what I wanted to write about a chemistry course I'm taking this summer. As opposed to every other word being an expletive, as I wanted to write it Monday and Tuesday, I'll just tell you briefly what happened.

I have to take chemistry because I need it to start my master's degree at Carnegie Mellon in August. I took the CLEP test for chemistry earlier this year, in March or April or something, and got two points below what I needed for full chemistry credit. CLEP tests are not repeatable for six months. Thus, I am enrolled in chemistry this summer.

Not only, however, am I enrolled in chemistry; I am enrolled in chemistry at Richland College in the Dallas County Community College District. It's Monday through Thursday, four hours a day of absolute and utter crap.

What would chemistry be like if you had to take it in second grade instead of in high school the first time around? Well, come check out Richland College!

The people in this class are not exactly the brightest crayons in the box. Oh, and speaking of crayons, after we went over the syllabus for an entire hour on the first day of class, we got to color those diamond-shaped chemical hazard symbols! You know, with the red and blue and yellow, they tell you about how explosive something is, etc.... yeah, we had to color those to make sure we knew which color stands for which hazard. Something tells me I couldn't ask a single person in that class about those hazards and get a correct answer.

Anyway, there's megatons of stuff I could write about this class, but I should keep it to myself, as you probably just don't want to read about it. :)

On the other hand, I met Helen in class, and she's pretty cool.