Of Caring

I have been working on making an international trade review sheet for the past 20 minutes or so. Upon finishing, I realized that I had written "access" every time I should have written "axis".

This is a very bad sign. I blame AP Physics. Not because physics has axes, but because of the incredible amount of stress it places on me. I have learned this year that I am good at math and science...but only up to a point. AP is apparently this point. That's fitting, giving the alliteration, I suppose.

See? That's where I should be: in a writing-intensive course, not somewhere where I get weird looks for explaining my justification for why heat is removed from a thermodynamic process in a paragraph rather than a set of equations. In retrospect, I think I should've stuck with my decision last May to replace AP Physics with AP American. What happened to swimming in history? Oh, my incredibly stagnant personality, that's what.

I love physics, I do. But I'm content to be an observer--someone who appreciates and admires but doesn't try to whittle things down into mathematics that just aren't that pretty.

I would rather be in AP American. But when you start something, you finish it.

P.S. All those charged particles that randomly sit at various positions on the x-access/axis waiting for students to calculuate the net electric field at some point amongst them should find something better to do with their existences.