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Primer: A Molecule that Serves as a Starting Material for a Polymerization Process

I am born. Now on to the business of growing up. This is my first post, the first of many.
Welcome to my blog, now bookmark me! I will have many enlightening things to say and complain about in the weeks, months, and years to come.

Stay tuned!

But in the mean time, check out my college/political activism/biographical website.

You know it's funny, up until two months ago I had never heard of "blogs." Now I am inundated with them. It started with visiting my poetry instructor's blog and then I read an interesting "hypothetical blog" in The Advocate that was set in 2008. Then I was introduced to Wil Wheaton's blog. After I had published my webpage on UTA's server, I decided I wanted to publish my own blog since I will lose my school website upon graduation this May.

It was so liberating to have a forum for expressing my opinions that I had to continue.

And continue I will.

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