Box of Memories

I wrote this a while back. I'm posting it for one of my friends who wanted to read it. There's some explanatory information at the bottom of the post. Though it hasn't a specific meter or rhyme scheme, I was satisfied with my result. When I write poetry, I like for it to relaxing. I don't always wish to be bound by the basic "rules" that poetry entails... I write "free" poetry.

Enjoy!

Box of Memories

I shipped a box to Europe,

With memories inside.

Of feelings past and deeper hopes,

I never thought I'd hide.

In this box were artifacts,

And letters which we wrote.

When we were young and sidetracked,

And sailed the seas of life afloat.

Back I think, to years gone by,

To days I thought I'd treasure.

Knowing not we'd go awry,

And face a great endeavor.

Her laugh was quite the pleasing sound,

More than a trifle chuckle.

When heard my heart would leap a bound,

And both my knees would buckle.

Lush green eyes of hers I'd catch,

Whenever she did wink.

Eyes like hers no one could match,

Not ever I don't think!

Her hair was medium in length,

Shining, bright and gold.

The sight of it brought inner strength,

A true sight to behold!

Her face was soft and ripe with youth,

And lightly painted features.

Her perfect smile was easy proof,

There was no finer creature!

What a beauty that was she,

Glorious and picturesque.

At a time someone could see,

A picture of her on my desk.

I close my eyes,

And shake my head,

And breathe a sigh,

And frown instead.

I frown to think that once before,

She was my greatest inspiration.

A constant joy to me and more,

Without a single indignation.

The thought of us and what we had,

Truly makes me cry.

Because she thought me all that bad,

And judged me by and by.

She was my first, unwritten song,

Which never ceased inside my mind.

A song I searched for, oh so long,

But never thought I'd find.

Now the music's halting, ending,

I simply can't recall the words.

This song of mine has lost its meaning,

In place of it is pain and hurt.

This horrid bitterness controls me,

From the inside out.

I don't know who or what to be,

Because of all this doubt.

Sadness, anger, woe!

Inflicted on my very heart.

Injected by this single girl,

Who's torn it clear apart.

I gave a once full heart to you,

To do with as you may.

Alas I was a bitter fool,

And clueless, I convey.

To your fickle ways,

Of shallow implication.

You seemed to say,

I wasn't worth your attention.

On the day you moved away,

I met you near your old wind chime.

Little had we left to say,

Knowing it was time.

When you finally left this place,

You turned and walked into the dawn.

Stepping with such matchless grace,

Until each step of yours was gone.

Now I snap back from the past,

Blinking back the tears.

Reliving shadows being cast,

Feeling somewhat queer.

I live here now all on my own,

Without your sweet embrace.

You moved to Europe all alone,

Your problems yours to face.

I think, wonder, question... Did you receive my package?

"Box of Memories" describes a man who reminiscences of his past lover while mourning the recent tragedy which was their downfall. Beginning and ending in the poem, a box of memories is mentioned. There are two possible options to which the reader may believe he is sending the box to his past lover,

1.) A final plea for her to change her mind and come back to him,

Or

2.) A negative, insightful act to remind his lover of the bittersweet romance they shared.

Neither is specified as to prick the imagination of the reader.

I shall update about this passing weekend soon!

Thanks for reading,

~Jacob

My Own MLIA... ?

Okay, so I was just reminded of something that happened a few weeks ago...

While attending the I.N.C.H. Conference, my brother (Justin) and I decided to get some lunch. Anyone who has ever been to the Conference knows that The Nuthouse is the popular restaurant/hang out area at lunchtime.
On our way back, we were discussing the dangers of walking around in the downtown Lansing area.

"If you think that someone is following you, sprint. You're faster then any crook" ~ Me

"Well... What if they catch me?" ~ Justin

"You die." ~ Me

We laughed about it... But right when we finished laughing, this guy behind us yells...

"Hey you! Kids!" ~ Gangsta

"Don't turn around, just walk a little faster, we're almost back at the building..."

"HEY! HEY YOU! KIDDOS!" ~ Gangsta

"Should we run?" ~ Justin

"No, that looks unusual." ~ Me

"But you said... ?" ~ Justin

"JUST, ignore him." ~ Me

Without warning the Gangsta guy comes sprinting up behind us and before we have time to do anything, he's in front of us, blocking our path.

"Hey kiddos, got a lighter on ya?" ~ Gangsta

"We're not legal yet. But Jacob has gum!" ~ Justin

"Uh, no thanks... See ya." ~ Gangsta

Without another word, the Gangsta turns around and walks straight into a parking meter...

Justin and I tried to contain ourselves at the irony of the whole situation. But we couldn't help but laugh a little... What DID he need the lighter for... ? We wondered allowed. MLIA

Thanks for reading!

~Jacob

Dancing: On the School Balcony

Hello reader!

Have you ever felt trapped in your own home? I have.

Haha, right now, in our home, it is currently eighty five degrees. FAR too warm for proper living conditions. *Sweats* Just yesterday, I came down with a sort of sickness. I'm not sure how, but ever since early yesterday morning, my stomach has been aching something fierce!

Er, I lied... I sort of begun feeling queasy on my birthday, but I've been hesitant to admit that to anyone.

Goodness, when was the last time I wrote? Last week. Lots has happened since then! Though I have not an interesting prologue to start it all off... So I shall have to plunge right in! :D

FRIDAY last, was my birthday. An otherwise flawless day! I slept in until Noon, which I do not normally do! But with it being my birthday, my parents made an exception. As a treat, my Mother took me out to lunch! We ate at Big Boy (A family favorite). Slim Jim and fries + a Cherry Pepsi. If I received nothing else on my birthday, I wouldn't mind, I LOVED this. Afterwards she took me to the mall to buy new clothes! A surprising suggestion for my Mom, but appreciative I was, nonetheless. :D

That evening was the South Church 5K run. Everyone in my family planned on running in it (Except Mom and me!). It's funny... Because last year, Dad, Justin, Nathan, and I all medaled in the race. Probably the most fun I've ever had running. This year it was different, because the race was on my birthday. Not only that, but it happened to be pouring rain. Subsequently, the 5K was cancelled. I personally didn't mind too much... But Dad, Justin, Nathan, and Rebekah were thoroughly disappointed, Justin mostly. After the run had been completely rained out, my family, plus Jacob D. and Luke F. (Fergie), headed over to New Covenant for the C.H.E.S.S. Graduation Ceremony. Because the race was our primary commitment for the night, we were not anticipating being able to make the end of the ceremony. Thankfully, that worked out.

Saturday the 22nd... Hmm, where to start. MANY things happened on that day. Jacob and Luke spent Friday night at our house and we spent HOURS talking and recording cheesy videos (For Luke, who I know is reading this, "Shaylee, Shaylee, Shaylee... Ohhhhhhh! I thought you'd always be mine!"). After that, the younger guys tired themselves out by wrestling with each other, while the older, wiser teens decided to hit the hay.

Saturday morning... I woke up with a horrible stomach ache. For me, this is odd, for I rarely have unannounced, spontaneous health issues... At 5:30 A.M. I woke up feeling... Just... "Blah." So I moved over to the couch to sleep, because I'd been (*Ahem*) sleeping on the floor all night. That worked for half an hour before I trudged downstairs and fell asleep on our living room couch. Woke up at 10:00 A.M., tired, and not feeling well... Jacob and Nathan had a soccer game which left Justin, Luke, and I home alone. I TRIED not to complain too much about my stomach... Because who wants to hear all about that. Around 3:00 P.M., Luke was picked up.

Knowing full well that it was late afternoon, I got ready for the day. I showered and all that, which felt a little better! Then I took a nap on my parents Sleep Number bed. Haha, I was VERY out of it on Saturday... My Mom was so gracious and helpful though! She checked in on me every half our to see if I needed anything... What she really wanted was for me to eat. On Saturday I didn't eat anything. That's how whack my stomach was acting. At 7:00 P.M., my Mom came in.

"Jacob Krepps was in the neighborhood and decided to drop in." ~ Mom

"?!" ~ Me

"Well, would you like to say hello?" ~ Mom

"Of course! ... But did you tell him I haven't been feeling well?" ~ Me

"Yes... But he wanted to see you." ~ Mom

"Well, alright." ~ Me

(Jacob K. enters, dressed for a party)

"Hey man, heard you weren't feeling well." ~ Jacob K.

"Truth. Haha..." ~ Me

From there we caught up (We're buds since Freshmen year and we haven't talked in a few weeks due to differing and busy schedules)! I decided it best to get up for a little while, though I had the nastiest case of bed head. When I walked out of my parents room, I was surprised to see Fergie chilling there, talking with Justin.

"What... Are you doing here? ... Again?" ~ Me

"Haha, you'll see..." ~ Fergie (Luke)

Within five minutes of my getting out of bed, tons of friends begin showing up at our house. Turns out my parents planned a surprise party for Rebekah and I (If you did not know, our birthdays are one day apart). VERY surprised about it, but also very pleased. :D

I felt much better being around people. Don't know what it was... A healthy dose of excitement and surprise to keep the good 'ole heart pump'n I guess. From 7:00 until 1:00 A.M. we partied and had an absolute blast! Many of my good friends were able to make it. Including one of my very good friends from Grand Rapids.

Side note: This weekend I am being kidnapped. Yes, you heard me correctly. After TW Graduation and open houses for two of my very good friends (Colleen and Kristina), Jen M. (My friend from GR) is "kidnapping" me to Grand Rapids for the weekend. We shall be meeting up with another of my very good friends, Cameron D.! We'll be doing all sorts of crazy things I'm sure... But I'm extremely excited to be with them (For College students are very hard to get a hold of...) for the weekend. :)

Anyway! Sunday was spent in preparation for the last of my exams, which were today. On MONDAY, I hitched a ride with the Doerr's to the HSMA Concert at Holt High School. It was AMAZING. Gosh, I was so impressed with all my talented friends. They're all very entertaining musicians! Afterwards I visited with the performers (MY FRIENDS). SARAH B.! I know you're reading this! SO KNOW, you did an awesome job. Truly inspiring! All of you guys! I'm proud of ya'll. Got it? XD

Also, George Washington Carver says hello. Though I do not understand why he's being so cheery today. You and me both know he has a dark side... Hmm...

Today, was a day of miracles. I am defining the word "miracle" in a way that may be interpreted as "simple accomplishments." There were several instances today in which I felt personally accomplished. With the end of the school year being today, that was a HUGE accomplishment in and of itself. Here's a list of other things that went "well."

1.) The last of my exams weren't so bad.

2.) The exams I got back today had delightful results

3.) The guys team won in "American Lit. Jeopardy" (If Christine S. is reading this... Ha! Jk Jk)

4.) The weather was superb (Not a personal accomplishment, but hey...)

5.) I successfully jumped the TW Balcony. *Ahem*...

6.) I successfully flipped off the TW sign out front. *Ahem* *Ahem*...

7.) I successfully led my first PLC meeting tonight and appointed new leaders.

That was pretty much my day TODAY. Haha, and I guess I could add "I wrote a really long, half-decent, blog post" to boot!

Tomorrow me and my family are going to a beach party held by Isaac J. and his family. We're all looking forward too it, because the weather tomorrow is supposed to be warm. Thursday is the TW open house/rewarding of certificates. Friday is... Nothing. But I'll figure out something to do. SATURDAY, is the TW Graduation Ceremony + Open houses + Kidnapping! Hopefully I shall have time to update next week... From this point forward, I am going to get terribly busy.

But that's just what I love about life. Busy, crazy, out-of-my-mind, hectic, hecticness.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed my post!

~Jacob

P.S. I've also been noticing that I do not get ANY comments on my posts... I think this is due to my recent layout changes. :P I'd like opinions on this. Should I keep my current layout despite the fact I do not receive any comments? Or should I find a different, less "cool" layout, which will enable comments from other Blogger uses (Like I had before)? Email me your opinions at, DramaMan.13@gmail.com

Thanks!

Hurtling Hatchets

Caution: The following blog post is unthinkably lengthy. Read at your own risk.

Hello Reader!

Have you ever volunteered for something, without fully understanding what you were volunteering for?

Instance one: Your Mother needs the basement cleaned, but she's been so extremely stressed with various other tasks that she hasn't gotten the opportunity. Being the caring child you are, you volunteer to get the basement cleaned in order to ease her never ending, overwhelming duty as a Mother.

Surprise (!): The basement is messy as all get out, filled to the brim with age old objects you've never even seen before. Pictures, workout equipment, scattered clothes, and mounds of pointless bobbles/trinkets. "Well, you did volunteer for this..." You think, "But I didn't know it would be this bad."

Instance two: Your five your old cousin is having a birthday party and wants you to come (How sweet...). Being the considerate cousin you are, you come early to help set up the decorations. "Oh no!" Says your Uncle, "The cake was supposed to be picked up fifteen minutes ago!" You sigh, "I'll stay here and welcome guests while you pick up the cake." Without hesitation, your Uncle is out the door.

Surprise: Within minutes, thirty-two excited, energized youngsters show up for the party. Unbeknownst to you, your Uncle also ordered a Clown. "Great, now I'm in charge for thirty two Kindergarteners and some whack job in a suit from downtown..."

Instance three: There is a used curriculum sale in Lansing and you hear it's supposed to be "fun." You decide to go, all the while hoping to see one (or a few) friends of yours there. When you arrive, one of the adults emphasizes that they are down on helping hands and need help bagging flyers and pamphlets. Being the good student/individual you are, you volunteer to help out.

Surprise: There are 10,000 + flyers and pamphlets that need to be placed in baggies and it's supposedly going to take several hours. Thanks for the warning, my good fellow...

Ever been in a situation similar to these before? I have.

Haha, the last one came from experience. This passing Thursday to be perfectly honest.

I was told that it would be an easy, relatively quick operation... PSYCH!

For the next two and a half hours I packed hundreds upon thousands of flyers and pamphlets into individual baggies. Excitement galore. But I'm not a downer, not in the least. :)

That was Thursday afternoon.

On Friday, Juss, Nate, and I attended the I.N.C.H. Conference.

Numerous friends of ours were there as well. Unfortunately, a majority of them were doing "Mandatory Volunteer Work" for the National Honor Society. Yes, that's how one of them described it. Maybe there's a reason I'm not in NHS this year... Probably because I can't wrap my mind around concepts such as "Mandatory Volunteer Work"...

Anyway, instead of wondering around by myself, I decided to join my friends in their "work." Stephanie, Gracie, Kristina, Carissa, Matthew, Chris, and Jon were all wearing "I.N.C.H. T-shirts" that were several sizes too large for them. It made me chuckle. Fortunately, I was able to wear my own, comfortable clothing. You'd think that at the I.N.C.H. Conference everything would be perfectly scaled/measured/sized to fit... I guess that doesn't include apparel...

Carissa, Stephanie, Gracie, and Matthew all worked the front doors to the shopping area. Essentially what they did was check and see that the people entering were indeed homeschool parents or students, and that they were wearing their special "I.N.C.H." bracelets. Why someone would want to sneak into a homeschool convention, I do not know.

Kristina, Chris, and Jon all distributed the flyer and pamphlet baggies to people when the walked through the doors (That the other guys were guarding). I volunteered for this aspect of it. I mean, I spent hours putting together the little baggies, I decided it was my duty to see them off into the world.

Kristina and I developed a cleaver marketing technique. We noticed that most people didn't want the baggies with the flyers and pamphlets inside them because it was one extra thing to carry. We had to make the baggies appear desirable. Instead of offering someone a bag and asking, "Hello sir/miss! Would you like a bag?" We discovered that more people took the baggies when we asked, "Hello sir/miss! Would you like a goody bag?" That one extra, simple word.

When someone thinks "goody bag" they generally think of birthday parties. Sure there wasn't any candy in our baggies... But we felt so much more accomplished by rephrasing our question to make it sound appealing! Success.

After hours of chilling with friends (Well... Volunteering), it was time for me (And my two brothers) to depart from the Lansing Center.

From there, we ventured to Burchfield Park for the second time in the past two weeks.

This post is just going to get longer, so if you'd rather skip the whole Boy Scout Outing part, just scroll down to the paragraph starting with the words "Sunday morning..." But know this! If you skip over the Outing, you'll never read the portion which explains the title of this post! :)

Friday evening was the "Tap Out."

First we set up camp. It was disappointing however because we only had five scouts and three adults attend the Camporee... We had very little to set up, but exciting events such as Camporees, are more fun when there are more people attending. There were a total of 700 + scouts and venturers who attended the Camporee! Our Troop included myself, Juss, Nate, Colin, Foster, Jacob W., Jacob K., Stanley, and Dolan (Some only stayed for the tap out on Friday evening).

While we were busy setting up camp, preparations were being made for the Order's tap out... The six of us who had (possibly) been elected were eagerly anticipating the ceremony only a few hours away...

At 9:30 P.M., all scout troops and venture crews assembled at the campfire in the middle of the park. What a sight! Announcements were made by the head Scout Master and a few skits were performed (Camporee tradition), and then at 10:00 P.M., it was time for the ceremony to begin.

Darkness and quiet, followed by a steady beating of drums. Indian singing came next. From the forest, hundreds of feet behind us, marched the Indian Tribe (Initiators of the O.A.). Slowly they marched, holding their glowing torches high above their heads. When the Tribe Chief approached, the drums and singing stopped. There was a formal greeting between the Scout Master and the Tribe Chief. From that point on, the Tribe Chief took over. He and the other tribe members gave some background information on the Order, then the Tribe Chief spoke to everyone, "Those who are worthy of receiving the honor, of joining our great Order, bring them before me now."

We all held our breath.

One of the Tribe members came from behind and tapped all six of us, two times, on our right shoulder. We got up (along with sixy-two others) and stoop before the camp. There he named us off, one by one, and also included our Troop number (911 for the six of us). The drums and singing started back up again, the Tribe members led us off to the forest, marching silently into the black of night...

They informed us of the upcoming Ordeal, which shall take place on the 11th, 12th, and 13th of June. After the weekend Ordeal, we will officially be members of the O.A.! :D

Saturday morning was foggy and a bit chilly. We made our breakfast and discussed the previous night's events quietly amongst ourselves.

Saturday afternoon, Juss, Nate, Colin, and I all left the site for the Conference.

Once there, we were greeted by Seuss people! It was good fun to re-group with most of our cast (again). While there, we also got our DVD's of the Musical! The cast then performed the opening number to Seussical in front of hundreds of homeschool families! Even though none of us were wearing costumes or makeup, the opening number went well. All too soon however, it was time to depart the Lansing Center (once more) and our friends, for the Camporee.

At around 3:30 P.M., Colin and I headed off to find something to do...

In the center of the park multiple games and activities were taking place. We began looking for the activity with the shortest line. Surprisingly, the activity/game with the shortest line was the hatchet hurtling. The both of us grinned broadly, "What boy wouldn't want to throw a hatchet?" We quickly got in line. Thirty times apiece we attempted hurtling the hatchets at a tree (That they had for our use!). Not once did the hatchets "stick"! We were disappointed with this...

Soon after, one of our good friend's, Luke F., showed up. :)

Colin, Luke, and I all visited the numerous activities, talking all the while. Overall a very enjoyable rest of Saturday afternoon.

Random Note: Something that really bothered Colin and I was the lack of preparation involving the outhouse. *Ahem* in our site region, there were 200 people, ten of which were girls. IN OUR SITE REGION, there were two outhouses. There was a clean, large one, and a dirty, compact one. Guess who got the good one.

Posted outside the nicer outhouse was a sign which read "Women Only." I thought this was a BOY scout event? At one point, Colin and I both needed to use the bathroom. There were FIVE other guys in line to use the nasty, compact outhouse, but the women's outhouse was completely vacant. See anything wrong with this picture?

I would finish the rest of this story, but I'm afraid the rest is not as funny as the thought of such an ironic situation...

Sunday morning we all left the Camporee and Dad gave Colin a ride home.

Sunday afternoon was spent wrapping up last week's homework load. The most enjoyable portion of Sunday however was watching our DVD of the Musical! It was interesting...

I loved watching all of our hard work for the first time. I was even able to see scenes for the first time that I'd never seen before. I was a tad disappointed that they used footage from the second performance (For we felt our best performances were our first and third), but as I said before, I loved being able to watch the whole thing for the first time.

WHEW! That was a very long post! It's taken me a while to write this whole thing up... Hopefully someone chose to read this in its entirety, because I worked very hard on writing it! :)

Today, I need to plan a meeting, answer some Lit. questions, type up some vocabulary, and study for exams tomorrow.

Tomorrow begins the last week of school! I can't believe it! We're almost there.

I don't think I'll be updating for about week or so... I'm not sure. I have lots of work to do before summer DOES come. Wish me luck!

Hopefully your summer comes as quickly (or feels like it is)!

Thank you for reading,

~Jacob

Wouldn't it be Rotten?

Wouldn't it be rotten if you got a tattoo. But while you were getting it done, the artist misspelled a word? So, for the rest of your life, you would have to walk around with a poorly done tattoo on your arm?

I pity the soul...

Wouldn't it be rotten if you wrote a twenty page letter, sealed it, and while walking out to the mailbox, dropped it in a puddle?

I pity the parchment...

Wouldn't it be rotten if you went on vacation to an amusement park, several hours away, and when you got there, you discovered that your favorite ride was closed for maintenance?

I pity the poor, unprepared fella...

Hello Reader!

Thank goodness I'm none of those people today... Haha! If anyone has ever been through something similar to the stories above, I apologize for making jest. But someday, we must all learn to laugh at the irony in situations such as these, and try to see the overall humorous value that instances like these have to offer. Agreed?

Today has been a superb day thus far to say the least! It is becoming routine to mow our lawn twice a week (For our grass grows rather quickly). Once on Monday and once on Friday. Because this "routine" has been going on for about three weeks now, I have made a decent amount of money in the process. Oh happy day! I do believe my cheerful attitude today is due to yesterday's victory.

Determination.

I think we may all agree that if one possesses enough determination, they are likely to be successful in whatever they are working at.

For determination, gives birth to victory.

ALL of yesterday was spent researching and writing my very last Literary Analysis of the year (For American Lit. & Comp.). I struggled in organizing my points towards the beginning of my work, but as the end neared, I found the stress and overall disorganization, was gradually retreating. The result of my labor was an eight page paper which I pray shall receive a fair grade. The fact that I am FINISHED with the paper brings an abundance of peace to my soul. I am BEYOND pleased to have completed the final "difficult" assignment of the school year. *Joy* After working for HOURS on my paper, I had a delightful conversation with one of my good friends, Stephanie E. via Skype. Steph and I hadn't had a good Skype talk since November 7th, 2009 (It's what Skype told me)! Always a pleasure talking with her about life, and Sour Skittles, and Swimming, and Music, and School, and a hundred other things. :D Haha!

So reader, these things may be what precipitated such happiness! I have been anticipating summer for the longest while now... And I do believe I can see it, valiantly galloping forth like a stallion to its owner.

A poor analogy, but hey, haha, nothing is going to get me down today!

This week promises little homework, and MUCH fun. After TeenWorks tomorrow, my Scout Troop is having and Order of the Arrow election, which is a HUGE deal.

The Order of the Arrow is a special society within Boy Scouts. I guess you could summarize it as an honor roll for Scouts who demonstrate exceptional leadership capability and/or uphold the fundamental rules of Scouting to the highest degree. A Troop may have only one election per year, and this year, me and my three brothers are eligible! There are certain requirements which must be met before you can be eligible for an election. After you are elected, you (Should at least) go through a special ceremony called a "tap out", which is basically the Order's way of letting you know if you've made it in or not. AFTER the "tap out" there is a weekend in either the Spring or Fall where you are informed of your duty as a new Arrowmen once you are involved in the Order. Haha, it's quite a long process to be honest...

Anyway, I'm hoping very much to be elected! *Crosses fingers*

Not a whole lot is happening Wednesday or Thursday (Most likely going to be doing whatever homework I have...). But on Friday we have the I.N.C.H. Conference! Basically where homeschool parents get their curriculum for the year. Everyone who attends gets to shop around the store and attend seminars (Well... "Workshops"), which are meant to encourage families in various areas of their life. That will last from 11:00 A.M. (I think...) and go through 5:00 P.M.. In the evening, Justin, Nathan, Colin M., and I are all leaving the Conference for the "tap out", where we are all, hopefully, going to be "tapped out." Colin is eligible as well. We shall be sleeping over at the site and waking early Saturday morning.

On Saturday, the three of us are headed back to the Conference! At around 1:30 P.M., our Seussical cast shall be performing specific numbers from the musical! We have about half an hour to perform, though none of us know which numbers we'll be performing... We'll certainly find out though! Also, we're supposed to receive our Seussical DVDs from the performance! SUPER excited for that... Later Saturday evening, Juss, Nate, Colin, and I will head back to the site for the remainder of the "tap out."

That's what my week looks like! I'm sure I'm missing something... Ah well, if I remember, I'll add more to this post. :) Off to do some Chem.!

Thank you for reading,

~Jacob