Dear Chemistry,
I remember when I first saw you; I was determined to get to know you. I had been thinking of you the summer before my sophomore year in high school. So much so that I read all about you, so that when the school year began, I’d be ready to make my move. You seemed so alluring at first, but then I began to notice the little things, like your long oh so long list of positive and negative ions, or the fact that your experiments left me with a bad taste in my mouth (I’m not lying). I kept my composure and I told myself that I still found other aspects of you interesting to keep my attention. You didn’t seem to mind when I started to pay more attention to physics. You accepted the fact that I decided to have both of you going into college, because who likes a long distance relationship anyway?
We had our ups and downs, and when we got to our Organic Chemistry I phase, you were getting to be a handful. Spending more time with physics and math (yes I started seeing math in a new light, call me a pig), I began re-evaluating our situation. Despite the final disaster of Organic Chemistry II, where I put in so much time memorizing and writing out all your reaction mechanisms, I still thought we could make it. Going into junior year, I realized you were only my major on paper. I didn’t even have you in a single class.
Going into the next semester, I have decided to break things off and just stick with physics and minor in math. We had our good and bad times, but I just can’t find the time to fit you in my schedule. Besides, I think a solo physics degree covering all the physics courses at HBU is a stronger degree than basically having a degree with two giant minors.
