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Sometimes, it is good to let the strings lose. The driver drops me to the school’s gate and I enter my class. The first lecture is replaced by chemistry, I sigh but the day already started with doom. I take my seat and note down the topic the lecturer mentioned. Taking Grandpa’s warning seriously, I went to the library to take books to complete my notes.

Len asked, looking up from a red leather covered book about Nicolas Flamel the renowned alchemist. "I've showed you the basics, you watched me doing the synthesis and also keep taking notes. I think you're ready to make something by now." "A - Are you sure about that?" "Of course, gotta even it out between theory and practice, aren't we? But, no messing with dangerous chemicals this time."

I tossed the papers down in front of him. Eric picked them up with shaking hands and glanced at them. The pages were filled with dense code and charts. He froze. He usually spent his time working connections and taking credit for other people’s work. High-level statistical analysis like this was completely beyond him. “Well? Do you understand it?” I pressed forward step by step. “You don’t? Then what gave you the right to claim that when I was giving her instructions, I didn’t know what I was doing? “That night in the library, I was teaching Lucy how to perform attribution analysis.

My mind keeps spiraling in thoughts of what could have happened, what might happen and why it happened but I can't come to any better conclusion to my questions. We entered the class, sat at our usual spot, we talked for a while before Mr Addison entered the class. “Good morning delinquent.” He said, always making the most out of everything. “Today, we’re diving into a very interesting and important topic in chemistry. Acids, Bases, and Salts. By the end of this lesson, you’ll not only know what they are but also how they behave, how they react, and where you can find them in real life.”

Carol asked, she had noticed Leigh looking like a wet mop all day. Leigh shrugged slightly, making sure to pour the right chemicals in the beaker. They were in their Chemistry class and the day's work was on mixing chemicals to produce the desired results. Not being much of a science person, despite all her classes being related to a science, Carol yawned for the tenth time in two minutes and watched Leigh carefully go through the same process for three different beakers. "Why are you even taking this class? It isn't related to your choice." Carol inquired, being both parts of bored and fascinated when the chemicals bubbled up and changed colours.

Well, they do out in the wild if they feel intimidated. Never mind. Having enough of the burger, I placed it aside and grabbed my Chemistry notebook. I was simply going to review today's lesson since there were things that I was still unclear about. I know, I'm such a nerd. Here I am, in the library, just got out of my AP Chemistry class, and I was already reviewing today's lesson. How nice. As I continued to try and comprehend my rushed handwriting, I heard the front door of the library open. That's strange, nobody ever comes down here except me.

No more hours of lessons excited Debbie. All the lessons that she hates like English, Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, which according to her all the lessons were very very boring. Just makes Debbie dizzy and sleepy. While the lessons that she likes such as sports or arts are more preferred theory than practice, such as working on worksheets until the last chapter.

For some reason, he felt a little disappointed. A look of disappointment briefly appeared in his eyes as he looked down, but it was gone before anyone noticed. The first lesson was chemistry. The chemistry teacher was a middle-aged Mediterranean man who seemed popular among the students because he gave clear and detailed explanations despite being long-winded. Even so, Lynette and Leon weren't planning on paying attention. After school, the two of them walked along the road in school. There were tall trees on both sides of the road that blocked the scorching sun.

Because the area of ​​this school is too large, the teachers cannot immediately go to the next class. Anna rummaged through her desk drawer for a while, watching the time go by, her eyes growing more and more worried. ‘Where is my chemistry workbook?’ Remembering the fierce temperament of Charles, the chemistry teacher, Anna felt cold again. Charles often required his students to bring chemistry books to class. If someone doesn’t bring it, that person is looking down on chemistry and him. If they are unlucky, he forced them must also copy the previous lesson fifty times and give it to him after three days.

I was getting sleepy, I checked to make sure my alarm was set and drifted off to sleep. When I heard the alarm banging through my headphones I jumped up. It was early. I looked out the window and it wasn't completely lit up outside. I got dressed, with my usual tank top, ripped jean shorts, and tennis shoes. It was hot in Long Beach, but I don't wear flip flops walking around campus all day. I threw my hair up in a bun shoving a pencil through it and put a light shade of eyeshadow on. I threw on some eyeliner as well. I didn't usually wear makeup to class, but I found myself feeling more confident. I walked out of my dorm heading for my first class, Criminal Procedure. This class was not un