There's Something Unnatural About Me in a Chemistry Class...

On most occasions, I agree wholeheartedly on the benefits of going to a liberal arts school. What's the point of college if you don't leave with at least a little culture? However, this "wholehearted agreement" ends when it forces a history major into a chemistry class. 

This evening at 7:00 I will take my first chemistry test in four years. Wish me luck...

On a brighter note, I'm starting to feel spring. Last year, on April 3rd, I had an encounter with a robin. My theory is that each robin is assigned a person to whom he is to announce spring. I haven't met my robin yet this spring, but I did see my first robin of the year and that's got to count for something.