Hey, Chemistry. Screw You.

Supposedly we had a vaction about a week ago, but I don't remember it.
Only one week back, and I've been swept up enough that I honestly cannot remember vacation clearly. This has been, by far, the longest week in months. Not that it's been horrible, although Chemistry (The Bain of My Existence) has been giving me a run for my money. Actually, it's sort of kicking my butt right now.
Supposedly this thing they call chemistry is the basis for all of life. But seriously. I've been breathing, running, and certainly alive without having to know any of this for the last seventeen years. I'm not concerned about the synthesis reactions that oxygen causes. My heart doesn't race for lewis structures, except sometimes out of fear.
They always say that as long as there are tests in school, there will be prayer in schools. Well, as long as there is chemistry in schools, there will be prayer, but also rage-inducing frustration, and rage-induced murder.
Not that my teacher isn't great. She's fabulous. But...significant digits? Why didn't you just say "Walk the plank"? It's so much more straight forward.