Medicinal Chemistry: The Definition of a Nightmare.

Ever written an exam that feels like you didn't open your book one bit? That's exactly how today's paper felt. You know the word 'ata'....raise it to power 100...that was me in the hall today. I've been depressed for 10 hours straight...which is unusual with me (the everly happy type who never lets anything weigh her down).

I never have nightmares but I had one today. I'll choose to call it Medicinal Chemistry. Those structures are fear-inducing, confusing and humongous. I actually prayed my rosary in the exam hall (for the first time in months) looking for some sort of spiritual validation and help, wishing God could actually come down to write my papers, or that Mother Mary could come herself.

I'm no longer sad. But I'm just praying...loud prayers, silent prayers, all prayers, for some sort of miracle, any miracle. If I pass this course, then I would have assured that God is truly good.

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