During those lovely years of high school, I took a chemistry course.
I loved it.
It was my absolute favorite class, and I was actually good at it.
I understood the logic of the class and I pulled off an A in Chemistry.
I decided that I wouldn't mind having a career in the Chem field. It was just that fun to me.
This was in 9th grade, however, and many subjects have happened since. I've even had a gap year of no school! (except for that calculus class...)
But when people would ask what subjects I liked, I always said "Chemistry. Chemistry is my favorite! I could study reactions all day!"
...fast forward 4 years.
I'm supposed to take a placement test for getting into the basic 101 college class. I looked at sample questions and... I'm a little rusty.
So I am sitting here with my old textbook and notes, cramming for the placement exam. I am happily having AHA! moments.
I am feeling more than a little sheepish for declaring to the world so often that I love this subject.
Because now, I'm blanking out.