روايات وقصص ضمن Lessons In Chemistry Audiobook

Chapter 388 SHAWN Chemistry class turned out to be the most normal part of my day, which was ironic considering I'd almost vaporized a hallway thirty minutes earlier. Professor Morrison was a middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and the kind of patient demeanor that suggested she'd seen everything high school could throw at her and remained unimpressed. She gave me a welcome-to-the-class nod when I entered, assigned me a lab station next to Chase, and launched into a lecture about chemical bonding that was actually interesting.

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.

“Sure, I’ll see you at nine. If that’s what it’s going to take to get you to leave and let me study.” “Great,” his eyes light up, “I will be waiting out front for you.” When I’m certain he’s gone, I put in my earbuds, start my classical music playlist, and open the reference books. I find a fascinating scientific article about nucleic acids and start taking notes. All my troubles and worries fade away as I take a dive deep into the world of chemistry that I love so much. There is no hate or fear or anger. When done correctly, everything fits together in neat little packages that can change the world.

he asked as the students started murmuring not until a girl with weaved hair, stood up. "I know some of the courses but I cannot define any one of them", the girl stated as she continued fiddling with her hair and adjusting her dress. Does she think we are in a fashion parade', I thought as I turned to look at the mentor. "You can sit. I need a complete answer", the mentor said as the girl sat down embarrassed. I raised my hand as I was called, the stares from the other students almost piercing through my heart. ", We have Pharmaceutical Science, Pharmacognosy, Microbiology, Pharmacology and Pharmaceutical Chemistry. Pharmaceutical Chemistry deals with the study and properties of chemical su

--- 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.

She placed her bag on her chair and heard her groaning as she saw me. I propped my elbow on our table and pretended to listen to our teacher. I watched in awe as Ms. De Leon made an excellent demonstration showing the changes in energy in the chemical reaction between water and anhydrous. She asked us to observe the color and the evolution of heat through temperature change. This girl really has a talent, and not talking for a long time is one. I had to say something, or else I would go crazy. “I guess I’m in the wrong class. I was hoping to learn more about the chemistry that drives people crazy instead of this energy stuff,” I uttered, not looking to her.

"K-i-s-s-i-n-g.' Caitlyn and I sang. Gazelle laughed as Tishe walked away from us. "That'll teach her to make fun of people." Caitlyn said as we reached our lockers. "Must you guys talk so loudly. I mean, the entire hallway can freaking hear you." Tishe said, crossly. I smirked as I opened my locker taking out my Chemistry, Civic Education and Estate History textbooks. "I do hope our Chemistry class is going to be interesting. My old Chemistry teacher was dreadfully dull." Gazelle said to me. I shrugged. "It's boring sometimes, but that's only if Mr Ogunsanya is taking us. If Professor Dike is taking us then get ready to have lot of chemical fun."

“Been practising?” “Yeah.” I cough again and clear my throat. “Yes.” Mostly at night when the whole house is asleep since I can’t catch a break in school. Over the days, I’ve learnt two things. One, chemistry isn’t so bad. Two, nothing is impossible if you have someone like Calum to break it down for you with cue cards.

I ducked my head, embarrassed but proud. Clara leaned closer again, her breath tickling my ear. “You hear that? Brilliant mind. Guess I’ll have to borrow that brilliance for our lessons later.” “Chemistry lessons on the bed?” I teased softly. Her grin widened. “Best kind of practicals.” I coughed into my hand to hide my laugh, but my shoulders shook. The teacher gave me another sharp glance, but this time she didn’t comment, too busy explaining how hydrogen bonds affect the properties of water.

I blinked and smiled awkwardly. Her jaw dropped on the floor as everyone started laughing. "I don't want to waste my precious time on you Ms Rauf. You may sit down." "Thank you, Mrs Gomez." After that she went back to her boring and footless lecture again. In mathematics class, my eyes stay on the blackboard but my mind goes somewhere else and my brain sleeps peacefully. This same thing happens in my chemistry and physics classes. In contrast my brain, my mind and my eyes work incredibly well in other classes especially in biology classes. That's why I had low grades in math, physics and chemistry.