my classmates listen reverentially to why electrons can penetrate the different orbitals of an atom because of screening and energy while i bang away at my keyboard trying to hit a hundred words per minute. right now my score stands at a most humble 50 odd words but i wish to believe that it's just what mornings do to me. every neuron in my body slows down and every thought comes slower. i am queen of excuses, i am.
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