Chemistry: Matter And Change Novels & Stories

Matt and Mark both introced themselves to the class, a couple of the girls staring at the both of them. “Good, now lets start the class,” he said, turning towards the white board and grabbing a marker, “Chemistry is an important factor in our lives, it is the study of matter and the process of one or more substances causing a reaction, and we will be studying those reactions,” he was scribbling things on the board and drawing diagrams that Matt couldn't understand, but kept writing the non-sense into his book, praying the class will become easier with time. --- Matt, his father and the rest of the pack were all standing outside near the tree line in the yard, the tall trees canopying over th

So I shut off the phone and shove it in my pocket. "Good," she says, like I'm a dog who just learned a trick. "Now we can start." She pulls out a pen and a fresh notebook from her drawer, then flips my textbook to chapter twelve. "Okay. Let's start with the basics. Molecular bonding is about how atoms connect to form molecules. There are different types of bonds—covalent, ionic, metallic..." She starts drawing diagrams, explaining concepts, breaking everything down into smaller pieces. And I try to follow. I really do.

--- He studied. The reading list was long and he was working through it in order, which his instructor had recommended and which he'd followed because her recommendations had a track record. The flavour chemistry was dense and required his full attention — the way molecules interacted, the way heat changed structure, the way a single degree of temperature could be the difference between something that worked and something that didn't. He took notes in a notebook he'd bought specifically for this purpose, a black Moleskine with a ribbon bookmark, and he wrote small and neat and legibly, the way his mother had taught him.

he stammered, "Are you two together?” " Man, she stuck her tongue down your throat in front of me. Of course we're not together," I sneered, stepping out for a moment to the analytical balance room, to weigh the three masses of Potassium Biphthalate in the conical flask that I would perform each titration, and already diluting them in 30 mL of distilled water and adding three drops of phenolphthalein as a reaction indicator.

I just sent a text to show I was caring. I didn't know how this came about but I knew that I have really changed. I don't like staying with girls but Vivian and Christabel had broken that part of me. Oh! I thought about Kingsley too but he was not reachable and I had to focus on what is present as Vivian said. I had completed the chat system but I waited for Kingsley to return while I run some security test on it.

I growled my frustration under my breath. I was sitting at my reading table with my chemistry report note in front of me, the sheets staring blankly at me with my pen tapping at the edge of my desk. It was the second day since our practical class and I still did not have a headway at understanding the question Christian and I were supposed to answer. The due date for the report wasn’t until tomorrow. I read the questions over and over. Find the concentration of your base with respects to moles and grams. How was I supposed to do that?

Niyati got angry. "What a strange person this is? First, he asks the question himself and asks for its answer from me and when I start answering him, he finds the answer himself", Niyati spoke thinking in her mind and sat quietly. "Okay Students, I'm going to start you a Chemistry chapter whose name is "Carbon Compounds" but before that, I want to know how many students in your class know the names of the first 20 chemical elements in sequence?", He asked in a normal tone.

Kathleen is loud especially when answering her questions so I have no intention of answering her yet. It was only a few minutes before miss sin arrived. She walked to the front and dropped her thick book. "Good afternoon class. Get ¼ sheet of paper!" "Number 1!" It begins." According to the Kinetic Molecular Theory, the matter is made of?" No one chooses our science so here I am having difficulty. Miss doesn't like failing the quizzes she gives so I have to focus on my studies. "Number 8! Water is spilled on a countertop and evaporates. The drop in temperature of the remaining water is due to? the"

If this was his attempt at any apology, he had a lot to learn! I grabbed the paper as soon as Danny handed it back and quickly and angrily scribbled my name and number on the paper before shoving it in his direction. With my head down and through my curls with a side glance, I saw him him write his own before filling in the table and row. Just before he stood up to walk it back up front and turn it in, he took out his cell and I couldn’t tell what he did but if I could guess, I would put money that he just saved my number. Dr. Tomlison spent the last twenty minutes launching straight into lecture defining matter, types of matter and then physical versus chemical changes. I was able to ignore

You planned the whole damn thing! He pulled out the formula sheet and glared at it. "Then tell me this… Was this real, or was it crap?" Andrew chuckled. "Feel free to ask Henry for a second opinion." Henry frowned and glanced at it, then read aloud, "Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus…" He stopped reading. He turned to Riker and said, "You've been played for a fool… Let it go!"