Lessons In Chemistry Audiobook Novels & Stories

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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

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Brooks's voice guiding Ashleigh through complex scientific concepts. By the end of the first week, Dr. Brooks was impressed with Ashleigh's progress. "Let's move on to past exam questions," she declared, arriving the following week with a stack of practice papers and a whiteboard marker. The air crackled with nervous energy as Ashleigh gazed at the daunting pile – Chemistry, Biology, Physics, and Advanced Math, all staring back at her with relentless intensity.

“Such a weak and frail thing. Without Jordan, Macmillan, and Orlando, he’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.” They both laughed, the sound sharp and mocking, like they had told the funniest joke in the world. Luckily, the lecturer walked in just then, and they finally left me alone. “Good morning, class. We’re picking up from where we left off on chemical bonding and molecular structure,” Mrs. Smith announced, her voice crisp and professional. The class dragged on, from time to time, I jotted down what I could grasp as Mrs. Smith sped through her explanations, her chalk tapping rapidly against the board.

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Fuck my life. ** I love Chemistry. I have to admit that I was a bit nerdy. I mean, who doesn't like bubbling bottles and mysterious chemical effects? "I fucking hate Chemistry," someone howled like a dog behind me. "What the fuck is that bitch on the stadium blabbing about? Formid acid my ass." "Mr. Kofron, do you have any questions you want to share?" Miss Jalin, our chemistry teacher with a plump figure, stared at the boy who was sitting behind me and asked in a harsh voice.

In the following months, he was often seen reading the chemical ingredient notes on every household product they used, such as laundry soap, cleaning fluids, chemical fertilizers, drinks, and so on. If he couldn't find a list of chemicals from a product label that caught his interest, Alex would force Jackson to take him to the public library or force his father to buy chemistry books on similar products. His grandfather who lived abroad often brought chemistry books for Alex when visiting. Alex somewhat forced him through his letters. Alex has his own notebook containing descriptions of the chemical ingredients of every household product he managed to break down. He finds it extremely enjoy

She spread her textbook and notes out on our lab bench already. “Okay, so according to page 247, we need to mix these compounds in this exact order,” she said, reading directly from the book without really looking at what we were actually working with. “First the sodium compound, then the organic solvent, then the catalyst.” I looked at the chemicals she was preparing to combine and felt something twist in my stomach. The second beaker, the one with the organic solvent, smelled wrong. Not wrong like it was expired or contaminated. It was like the smell was telling me that the molecules were already starting to break down.

“Open your chemistry book to chapter seven. We’re starting with chemical bonding.” I rolled my eyes and dropped into the chair across from him. My tiny skirt rode up my thighs but I didn’t pull it down. I popped a fresh piece of gum in my mouth and started chewing loud on purpose, snapping it between my teeth. While he talked about atoms and electrons, I grabbed my notebook and started doodling. Big thick dicks. Veiny ones. I wrote “Mr. Sinclair’s cock” under the first one, then drew another one even bigger with balls and everything. I smiled to myself, pussy tingling the whole time. He kept talking, explaining shit I didn’t care about, but I just kept drawing, making the dicks look like the