Chemistry is like French

In class today, we were told that Chemistry is like French: For pretty much every rule, there's an exception. Or two. Or three. I always thought science was straightforward...

Since I am writing a blog about what life as a teenager in New York is about, I guess it would only be appropriate to tell you guys what occupies most of my time-- school. I attend a private school on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I can outline a few points on what school is like in general as well as specific classes I take in Sophomore year, with the names of my teachers removed as I would like to remain as anonymous as possible (that's why you may encounter awkward phrasings like "Teacher is really cool" instead of "Mr. Youcouldntcareless is a psycho")

Here goes:

• School is...exhausting (to say the least). Let's just say attending a private school on the Upper East Side is not exactly a cake-walk 
• US History: My teacher is a genius, and probably knows the most about anything that has happened in the history of ever. He's a brilliant guy, extremely nice, yet takes no prisoners when it comes to grading. 
• Spanish: I absolutely love languages, and I actually plan on teaching English abroad for a few years after I graduate from college. With that said, I obviously love Spanish. My teacher can be funny when she chooses to be, yet class will normally have more of a specific agenda and she makes sure to cover it all. I respect her a lot for not laughing at us when we attempt to read aloud and just come across as illiterate idiots. 
• Chemistry: My teacher is a pretty funny woman, and her Trinidadian accent just makes it much, much better. Her witch-cackle of a laugh will send the whole room into an uproar at times. She obviously loves Chemistry, making it a lot easier for us to pick it up.
• English: My teacher is one of the nicest men you will ever meet. While we all know when he jokes, he always makes sure to tell us just to make sure that no one takes it the wrong way. Unfortunately, some American literature can be quite dry, so classes can range from being interesting to a snooze-fest. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate literature, I just think Emerson could have spiced his works up a bit. 
• Math: I can't stand math, which is unfortunate, as I love my teacher. And, being blessed with the privilege of being in advanced math, I get to suffer even more. I absolutely hate math, yet I'm apparently pretty good at it. When watching Senator Bulworth have a mental breakdown in Bulworth, I thought: "That's pretty much sums up my experience every time I try to do math homework". Sadly, that is not an exaggeration by any means...maybe I should talk to someone about that.
• Theology: Taught by a woman who is hands-down the most interesting and hilarious person you will ever meet. Ever. One kid was told that God created Viagra so that Abraham could have a son with Sarah (because they were 100-whatever years old--obviously he would have needed it). We spend most of our class time discussing politics (yes, politics. We are very sad) or creating government conspiracies However, the teacher is brilliant, and extremely passionate about religion.

 Well there you have it. I'll see if I can snap some photos of the interior of the school sometime soon to upload here.

And I realize that none of you actually care about anything that I just said.

I'm out.