I'm in labs quite often, if you hadn't noticed (thanks for caring about my life, asshole [just kidding {...butthead}]). We've been waiting on chemistry test gradation, and as I was up in the lab writing a lab report this afternoon, along with a few kids in my lab, my professor was calling people in one at a time to get their test grades. Most of the news wasn't good - I think the average and median were both around 62 - so by the time he called me in, I was close to panicking. See, I always think I know what I'm doing, except then I'm afraid I don't. Do I suffer from nonconfidence in my chemistry abilities? Abso-fraggin'-loutely. ...I need to work on that. Anyway, he called me in because I missed a single question, and he wanted me to look at the answer key to make sure that he hadn't screwed the answer up.

MOAR CONFIDENCE. DO I HEAR MOAR CONFIDENCE? MOAR CONFIDENCE TO THE MAN IN THE BACK WITHOUT THE HAT!