Books Like Lessons In Chemistry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She adjusted herself, as she brought out a small book from the pocket attached to her gown. Curiosity was no doubt in my mind, as I began to wonder what the book was all about. She opened my right hand, as she placed the book on it. My gaze flickered from the book to her, as she let out a sigh. “What is this, ma'am?” “It is a small diary containing everything that will help you win the heart of Ryan.” I felt my inside, suddenly having a fluttery feeling. Few tears dropped down my face, as I cleaned them with the back of my left palm. I was left astonished.

Skylar's POV My parents had always told me to never answer or even open texts from unknown numbers, and I've always obeyed. But this time when I received one, I was way too curious to not open it. And that all happened in my Chemistry class. Mr Nicholas was pacing in front of his desk, gesturing with his hands as he tried explaining us the different types of inorganic chemical reactions.

I think I got a liking for that position and my seat was always by the window. Middle rows are like middle children, they're mostly ignored. That way, I didn't have to get the undue attention I would get from sitting in the front or back rows. I settled down and brought out my books to prepare for the lesson. I love Chemistry but I had never taken AP Chemistry in Pakistan because there was no such thing. Choosing it when I got here was just the spur of the moment. The teacher came in. One look at her and I regretted coming to this class.

Am going to call the doctor right away ” She said in tears trying to run but he grab her hand and smiled ” I was joking ” He said ” That’s not funny ” She said and hugged him ************* The chemistry teacher walked in and the students became quiet ” Michael, you okay now??” He asked and Michael nodded slightly ” Good,,,” He replied and started his lesson while the students listened so quietly. ” This session on chemistry is going to be based on mainly practicals. I guess we’ve done enough of Theories,,so right now it’s going to be few theories and lots of practicals. Am going to make you into different groups,,two students in a group is enough. The list of practicals will be out by tomorr

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ I leaned back against the headboard, my laptop balanced on my thighs, scrolling through an endless list of chemical compounds. It was like trying to find a single drop of water in the ocean. Chemicals existed in everything—water, soil, the air we breathed. And each one had variations, different combinations of elements that could alter their properties just enough to make them untraceable to the untrained eye.

I just heard one of them say, “Control your bloody wolf, Kyler ! We are in a human uni dammit !!” Sigh ! They were so lucky to have wolves ! I just couldn’t shift to mine coz Zumi was ill. And no one seemed to know or tell me why !! Ughh. It was so damn frustrating. “So Ms Stone ! Kindly tell us all the types of chemical bonds that are present between atoms of various elements,” the Chemistry teacher asked. What the hell ?! This is like the third time that he is quizzing me on my very first day !! Is he someone I pissed off before ?

"Yes... I paid for advanced lessons so you wouldn't fall behind in your studies. Good thing you're doing your best too... You'll be entering your third year of college this year..." That's why I was surprised at the exams and activities that were assigned to me; they were extremely difficult. Maybe Auntie didn't tell me to avoid pressuring me. I'm taking up Biochemistry, which focuses more on laboratory work and math problems. I'm sent learning videos to help me understand some of the experiments that I don't witness and learn in person.

I liked it. When he finally stepped inside and closed the door, the look on his face—irritation mixed with that reluctant spark—made my blood run hotter. We started with Chemistry like we were supposed to. He flipped open the textbook, explaining equilibrium constants and Le Chatelier’s principle in that focused, patient voice of his. I listened. Really listened. But mostly I watched his mouth move, the way his fingers tapped the page when he was trying to stay professional, how his bandaged knees shifted under the desk.

Zoe's POV "Trust the process." I’ve heard a lot of people say that, but it was a phrase we never used in medical school. There, we wielded the process, monitored it every step of the way: systems into organs, organs into tissues, tissues into cells. We dissected every situation, sign by symptom. We did not ‘trust the process.’ We made the process trust us. Yet, when Rachel asked me to ‘trust the process,’ I surrendered myself into her care.

She had never had anyone like that. Her dad picked a rag and dusted the books. When it was a little bit dust free, he picked out a book from the shelf. It was big, like encyclopedia big and Rory stared at it with wonder. It had dark brown hardbound cover with golden etches on the center of the book. A double circle outside a triangle, with a beaker in the front. It almost made her feel like chemistry. Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled.