It's 12:36am and I just finished assembling Mackenzie's first science fair project. Now, in all fairness, Mackenzie did the actual experiment and has done all the research. Tonight, while I was at meetings, she typed up all her information. Because I had procrastinated (despite Kenzie's constant reminders) the entire project, we were left with few options since it had to be done in a short amount of time. In light of our healthy living, Kenzie opted for the "chips" project to figure out which kind are the most greasy. She thought she'd get to eat them and was bummed when I told her we were throwing them away after we test them. (In case you're wondering we figured it wasn't actually related to the fat content.) ANYWAY. I have never liked science. While I appreciate understanding how everything works, there is a lot to know about science. And you have to know. It's pretty much the way it works and how it goes, no room for give or take. Like, blood is only made up of certain stuff. You can't just add stuff in there and still call it blood. Don't get me started about the rest of the human anatomy, chemistry, herbology, etc. The beauty about English and Arts is the opportunity to explain and analyze in all sorts of different ways, without anyone having to be wrong. However, with science and math there is a right answer. It stresses me out. Like, the fact that our hypothesis was wrong totally bums me out. I think I should somehow be able to rationalize why the higher fat-contented chips should be more greasy. Oh well. Mackenzie, of course, wants to win first place. (Why, you ask? Because she would get her picture in the yearbook. ) Ugh, yeah. Not so sure how that's all gonna work out. Maybe the field will be small. I can't think there are too many 2nd graders (and their parents) who'd sign up to do this voluntarily. We'll see.