Gabbi made me go to this academic advising thing last night. I didn't want to go--it sounded like a waste of the time I could have spent putting off Calc homework. I went, and they proceeded to contradict everything everyone's told me about NOT worrying about senior year. "Worry about graduation! Worry about your credits! Worry about your majors, your minors, your semi-majors and quasi-minors! Worry about those nagging little doubts you have at night! Worry about..." Feh. I'm leaving. Got no truck with fretting about that stuff. I do a bang-up job of freaking myself out; they're impinging on my territory.
On the plus side, thanks to Chem, I can now titrate solutions like a pro.