I recently graduated from high school. If you're wondering about the whole 18+ thing, don't worry – I was held back a couple years because I had a health condition so I started first grade when I was around eight, so I'm around 19 now. Pretty sad when you're older than most of your classmates, but hey, at least I survived my disease, yeah?
Now, for about as long as I can remember I've been a good student. I get good grades, I help out, I volunteer, you know, the usual shit. Apparently I'm kind of okay looking too–5'5, Eurasian, glasses. My best subject was always math – and if anyone mentions something about me being good at math because I'm Asian, I swear to god I might just die.
Anyway, I found out we'd be having physics some time in summer. Of course I was really excited. It was science and math together, and it wasn't just occasional uses of math like in stoichiometry. It was real, genuine math with trigonometric functions and scientific calculators and I am so sorry but I'm nerding out.