Lessons In Chemistry Audiobook Novels & Stories

The place was beautiful; rows and rows of shelves reaching up toward golden pendant lights, reading corners with plush chairs, walls lined with student art, the faint sound of a piano instrumental playing overhead. Milo’s voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “Gal Rivera… are you smiling at books?” “Yes,” I said shamelessly. “Judge me.” “Never.” I swatted his arm and wandered off to the Pharmacy section: thick textbooks on organic chemistry, human anatomy, pharmacognosy, and medicinal chemistry. I selected a few essentials: Human Physiology: A Modern Approach, Principles of Pharmacology, and a slim research guide. Milo returned with a stack just as tall, Biochemistry books with intimidating ti

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.

says Grid, and the teacher walks in, leading to class happening. Chemistry has interesting aspects, but today it's difficult to understand. Largely because my eyes aren't working that nicely. It's like lead is dripping down from the ceiling and collecting in my head, which could be a bucket. Getting heavier with each drop and tilting to one side or the other, my eyelids are deadweight.

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.

We kept quiet and listened attentively while, Mr Charles took us on a adventure through the sounds in English. But Midway through the lesson, I began to smell something weird... Like a gas. Though the smell wasn't so obvious but due to me being familiar with chemicals. I had become very sensitive to them... I couldn't understand what was going on... Why would chemicals be smelling? Were they exposed to light? But that can't be possible right? Since all the labs are locked. I looked around and realized that everyone was focused on the teaching including clover who was practically engrossed in it.

It sounds like it's for me, so I turn and see the lecturer pointing my way. When I put my hand to my chest he nods. “I'm coming,” I tell Eric. Before he can ask where I'm going, I'm on my way to the lecturer, Mr Alabi V. Ogunjimi. He's our CHM 110 (Introduction to Organic Chemistry) lecturer, whose class we finished a few minutes ago and apparently, a prestigious lecturer whose tremendous deeds caused the school to name a hall after him. “Good afternoon, sir," I greet. He dismisses our class governor with a wave of his hand before focusing his attention on me with a bright smile.

Nothing to hide behind. “On the table,” Jacob says. “Spread out like a textbook we need to study.” They lift me – four hands supporting my weight like I’m nothing – and set me on the edge of the study table. Textbooks scatter. My organic chemistry notes crinkle beneath my bare ass. “Lie back.” I lie back. The wood is cold and hard beneath my spine. I can see my own handwriting upside down: SN1 vs SN2 mechanisms. “Spread your legs.” I spread them.

a few people in the parking lot glance our way. “Girl, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I sigh and force a smile. “Just tired, sorry.” She eyes me suspiciously but then drapes her hand around my shoulder again leading me in for class. Chemistry. Yay. The teacher, Mrs. Gibson, walks in, immediately launching into whatever he thinks qualifies as an inspiring start to the lesson. Something about molecular bonds. Or heat reactions. I can’t tell. I’m not listening. All I can hear is his voice.

Kit POV "Welcome to Biochemistry 101. In this course we are going to study life functions at a molecular level. You lot are the future doctors from our Moon University and since we are done with finding the Moon of 2013. Give a hand for Nate and Phana's well representation of the medicine faculty."

"Who will remember all this shits? I don't know anything from where should i start?" "Chemistry is very easy subject, let me explain you. Look at this shortcuts" Paul give her his book and explained her. Slolwy slolwy rose gave it concentration and she learned, the way paul was explaining her is fucking easy.. •••Day 02••• Freya goes to the staff room to find Joseph luckily she finds him there. Including Jopesh there were two professors more. "Hello Jospeh sir" Freya voice grabbed his attention, he look at her.