Books Similar To Lessons In Chemistry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I told you I’d think about it. This doesn’t feel like thinking time. It feels like pressure.” Aaron raised his hands in mock surrender, though his smile remained playful. “No pressure. Just enjoying the view up here with you. You’re cute when you’re all serious and defensive.” He paused, then nodded toward Leon’s backpack. “Since we’re here anyway, maybe we can make it productive. Open to Chapter 6 of the Chem textbook? I could use a refresher on those equilibrium equations.” Leon blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift to academics. It felt safer. Normal. He unzipped his bag and pulled out his textbook, holding it like a shield. “Sure. Chapter 6.”

“Good to hear. The feedback from them about you was positive. Keep it up.” My stomach flipped. He’d already gotten feedback? I hadn’t even noticed. Of course I didn’t. I tried to act unfazed, but the truth was hard to ignore—everyone around me seemed so much more experienced. Eva, Liam, Olivia… they all carried themselves like they’d been doing this forever. Olivia’s experiments weren’t even in the same area as Liam’s, but she tackled troubleshooting like it was second nature. I wasn’t sure I could ever look that confident. Daniel’s gaze flicked toward me, his pen tapping lightly against the desk.

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.

I tried to keep my concentration in the book, to know what happens when these chemicals interact with each other. Some alphabets with a number as their base. We call it as chemical formulas were being added to similar kinds of other. "Bang!!!" I messed up again. I could never score well in chemistry. I sighed and rested my forehead on the book. As soon as I did that a hand hit on the back of my head. "Miss. Sherly." I said and positioned myself. She is our chemistry teacher whose teaching pierce my ears. I don't know where do her words go, they land everywhere but my brain.

Then, the teacher began the physics lesson and I started to see things like Motion, calculations involving motion, Friction, and so on, I knew immediately that I was doomed. I realized that loving maths doesn't automatically mean that you'll love physics too or so I thought as physics requires a lot of deeper thinking and Interest which I wasn't willing to do. I preferred thinking about what to write next for my novel instead of that. To tell you the truth, Chemistry was the subject that made me run away from Science why because when I started hearing those chemical Names I felt like I was going crazy. Imagine me thinking of the chemical formula of Tetra oxo sulfate ( Vi )

Unfortunately, every volume on advanced calculus, statistics, and logarithms is found up here. And, unfortunately, so are many of the more technical volumes pertaining to chemistry. Alex turns from the shelf and spots me before I’ve noticed the tall shadow stretching across the beaten, fraying carpet belongs to him. He slides the book he was eyeing back onto the shelf, catching me by the arm when I try to slide past him. “Wait.”

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.

Chapter 5 Hold, Please We followed the plan, and the rest of the weekend flew by in a blur of coffee and sticky notes. I finished the Chem 101 midterm, finally, and then moved on to intro genetics—which wasn’t as difficult, ironically, because I could write it with a little faith in my students’ ability to read.

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.

She asked back as she took something from her bag. “Here. Another reading.” She said as she gave L a book on Chemistry. L blinked. “You expect me to read this?” He asked as if telling her that there is no way he will read that book ever. Patrice shrugged. “I don’t know. I am not expecting you to eat it though.” She spat making L start to get pissed now. “Read that. That will be our lesson later.” She said as she read the same Chemistry book she gave to him.