Volumes
Yesterday was a rough day. Major cramps and dealing with financial aid. I was actually told that if my aid doesn't go through, that I would be kicked out of my classes by the end of the week. Lots of hurdles, lots of praying, we will see.
Chemistry continues to kick my ass, but today's lecture was better. Apparently I am much more suited to abstract thinking than literal thinking. I can isolate isotopes and do all sorts of things with atoms and cations and anions. You want me to tell you the volume of water after I've boiled it in a beaker? Forget about it.
This was literally a question on my quiz:
The equation for photon energy, E, is E - hc/y
Where h = 6.626x10^-34J * s (Planck's constant) and c = 2.99 x 10^8 m/s (the speed of light).
What is the wavelength, y, of a photon that has an energy of E = 3.99 x 10^-19 J?
Express your answer numerically in meters.
This was my face 0_0
This was my face after 20 minutes of thinking about this problem 0_0 "FUCK PLANCK!"
So that has been fun. As you can see my sunflowers have bloomed! That's a bright spot in the day :) B.C. and I went out and admired them and took pictures.
Still cramping which = medicated which = exhausted. I think I could sleep for a week.
Keep hearing love songs on the radio. Even satellite radio. Makes me sad. Makes me think about the kids that I've lost in this "lost" relationship. I knew that it was always a risk I guess, but.... I mean watching these humans grow for the past 5 or so years and being with them and just... I feel like a very deep part of my heart has been ripped into shreds and I will never ever get that part back to how it was originally. You think you're over it and then something reminds you of them... like a groovy chic wearing a shirt that says I Love New York or a little boy playing imaginary guns and making transformer noises. A disenchanted teenage boy sitting in the corner with earbuds in and intently focused on his electronic wearing a sarcastic t-shirt. It's the little things. I will always love them and I am okay leaving that part of me with them.