Physical Science

Physical Science. Physical Science. Physical Science. Why dost thou hate me? Why hast thou treated me so poorly? Why art thou so hard to comprehend?

Thy tests are like a fools errand unto me. I hath no chance for victory. While I take thy test, my hopes rise like the morning sun––I feel as though there is a chance for prosperity on the horizon. However, after grieving through mine trial of taking thy tests, I find that my scores stinketh. What blasphemy is this? Why dost thou give false pretenses of success? Why dost thou taunt me? How art thou able to sleep come nightfall?

Oh the pain and anguish thou dost cause me! The torture! The horror! The distress of my soul! If only thou hast known of the grieving induced slumber I have undergone every gloomy night! There is no rest for the souls of the students enrolled in thy course! No peace! No sense of achievement! Only weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth! The renting of garments! The cries of agony! Oh the despair!

Why dost thou haunt me? Why hast thou come knocking at my chamber door? I look forward to the day when I finish my dealings with thee and will have to think of thee nevermore!