IB doomed.

Spent the second day in a row in Barkow's classroom, studying and doing practice IB tests. My brain is leaking out of my ears. Conversely, Topic 11 is starting to sink in, praise be to god. I can remember what a carboxylic acid, ketone, aldehyde and alcohol look like, as well as an ester. Dammit, I WILL know this by noon tomorrow!

I can't wait for this time tomorrow. Then Papers I and II will be over and all that will be left is Paper III. And ALIAS.

It's really fun, everyone hanging out in Barkow's room- mostly working, but sometimes not. And it's nice, just all being together, toiling over the same thing. And having Barkow around, knowing that she's stressing as much or more than we are, but only because she cares.

Almost there. Almost there.

kisses on the glass

"And as I walk out on to the runway, I can see you at that big glass wall that runs all the way along, with all the fingerprints on it... and kisses on the glass, everyone saying goodbye through the glass, because of terrorism... so you can't hold anyone up till the last minute, you have to leave them at the big glass wall that runs all the way along... and kiss them through the glass, and try to tell them stuff... "I love you! Don't forget me!" And you can still smell their hair on your cheeks, and feel the shoulders of their jacket, that nice brown wool... "I love you...!" And as I walk out onto the runway I smell the air and I try to remember it... I'm never coming back here again."

- Elizabeth, The Syringa Tree