Summer School Suicide

Summer School

“You could take Organic Chemistry over the summer,” suggested the sorority girl who happened to be working when I entered the Biology Academic Advising office.

“Is it good to take O’Chem over the summer?” I asked, already depressed about my inability to commit to a college major.

“Yes, a lot of students take Organic Chemistry over the summer,” my Barbie doll adviser replied assuring. She made it sound like all the cool kids were doing it (as far as Biology major students go).

If I could go back in time, I’d spike her Cherry Diet Coke with hydrochloric acid… Organic Chemistry over the summer is suicide.

In the first hour of my first day, my teacher greeted us with, “your all crazy for taking this class over the summer” followed by “Organic Chemistry will be your life these next couple of months. If you have a job, I don’t know how you’ll make it through this class”. By no means is he a bad teacher. In fact, he maybe on the list of my favorite teachers ever, but his “welcome to Organic Chemistry speech” made me tremble.

But he was right.

Monday
First day of school, I had over 100 pages cumulative from three different textbooks. I had a pre-lab due because I have the lab class on the next day, then I topped the night off with over 20 homework questions that we would go over beginning of next class.

Tuesday
My second day was no joy ride either. After finishing lab class, which took almost 4 hours, I returned to my room to finish homework assignment 1, start and finish homework assignment 2, read the entire chapter of 2 and study for my exam the next day. Yes, that’s right. I had an exam on my third day of summer school.

Wednesday
The exam itself wasn’t too hard. In fact it was comical in several ways. The teacher spent the first two hours of class going over chapter 2, so that was basically review for the exam. Then five minutes into the exam the fire alarm rang. Of course, there was suspicion of it being a fellow classmate, however that alarm didn’t help me one bit. I felt the information slowly leaking out of my brain. 20 minutes later we were back in the classroom drawing molecular structures and spewing out fancy terminology.

After finishing classes I came back home to read up on my next lab and do my pre-lab for Thursday’s lab. I also finished my lab report and read parts of Chapter 3, as well as start on that homework.

Thursday
Lab class took 3 hours and 30 minutes. Ready to sleep. Hanging with roommate for now. Preparing for a O’Chem filled weekend.

Deaths
I feel like I should have felt an earthquake or shiver. I feel like I should have felt something at the moment he left earth. This world doesn’t feel the same. It boggles my mind as to how the world keeps turning.

If you can’t tell, I was a Jackson fan, and I was probably the only one in my high school. The guy was a legend and had an impact in everyone’s life, no matter what your views of him were. He revolutionized music and influenced so many musicians.

Everyone feels bad for Ferrah Fassett because she hasn’t been getting as much attention. Unfortunately, she passed away today as well. But if you think about it, in a time of death I would think the family would want privacy and not so much attention. So I don’t really feel sorry that her death isn’t attracting so much attention but I do feel incredibly sorry for the family. She was a beautiful, beautiful woman and seemed like a fantastic actor. Hopefully, her family will be able to recover in privacy and at their own pace.

I also hope the Jackson family finds comfort and can grieve in peace.

Michael Jackson died from cardiac arrest (when the hear instantly stops pumping blood, the heart then quivers, which is known as cardiac fibrillation). I think my roommate said he went into a coma, possibly before the cardiac arrest. Autopsy will tell doctors if he suffered from a heart attack before the cardiac arrest.

Eerie: Jackson was selling all his stuff, possibly for financial purposes. It’s a belief that some people get an unconscious premonition of their death, forcing them to do abnormal acts. Signing a will, getting life insurance, selling prized possessions…. Interesting how life works sometimes.

Whoever said life is fair lived a very sheltered, unfulfilled life.

So RIP King of Pop and Ferrah Fassett. Also, RIP to Ed McMahon and David Carradine. And all those who are dying for the protest again the Iranian government. They are risking their life for the freedom of speech Americans take for granted. They are incredibly brave people. Also, to all those who have left their families on Earth.