Maybe you don’t. You need a list of things which suck, as defined by me.
1. Chemistry. I spent chemistry drawing stick figures. This is a stickman i would write, with a little stickman next to it. This is a stickman squashed by a shovel. Drawing of a little squashed and crooked stickman. Fun.
2. Osmosis fail. Our experiment totally failed. As did my graph, but that’s because i hate lines of best fit. HATE. They remind me of physics. Why must physics taint everything?
3. Flower overload. After osmosis, we did some work on sampling i.e going out onto some patch of grass, chucking down a square and counting all the daisies and dandelions in that patch. Counting 81 daisies is not my idea of fun.
4. This time of year: flies, sweat and exams. Not being able to drink tea when i get home because of the heat. Having to take a crowded, stinking bus. Revision revision revision.
5. Certain Aspectsof Reading. Don’t get me wrong, i love love LOVE reading. Hate feeling like that unless i am reading then i am essentially a nothing. All these things I’ve just read floating around until eventually i begin to believe all this stuff has happened to me and i get really confused that i am not in the Congo/having a threesome/driving in Berkley or the like.
6. Daydreaming. So dissapointed when you turn round and find it is never going to happen and in fact, it is probably best it didn’t happen. This is worse than reading. At least when you read it looks like you are doing something and you are oh so smart and wonderful and people don’t (or shouldn’t) disturb you. With daydreaming people assume you are thick. Especially if you begin rocking back and forth on the bus and grinning (i was listening to rocky back and forth music in my defence)
7. Time. I was around 13 years to late to see Dave Eggers and Bill Clinton at Chez Panisse. SO. PISSED. OFF.
8. People who make lists about things which suck. Shoot those fucking bastards.
