Lessons In Chemistry: Author Novels & Stories

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.

I sighed. I lay my baby in her crib. She was fast asleep which was a good thing. I walked to the shelf beside the bed and opened the lower drawer, I collected my books; a chemistry textbook and a jotter to read. I preferred textbooks to school notes because they brought deeper meanings to a subject and exposed various tricks to get your answers. I lay down on the floor with a blanket burying myself in. I managed to find my hands and started attacking organic chemistry.

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.

the teacher called, discreetly trying to tell him not to start acting out. As a response, the latter only smiled and sat back down on the chair. And that’s when the teacher decided to start her lesson for the day. “Alright, since everyone is here now and all chairs are filled, let me give an introduction to our first lesson this year,” she wrote the lesson title on the chalkboard before turning back to look at her students. “Chemical Bonding.” The students kept quiet because the topic is somehow new to many or even unfamiliar.

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.

, said the teacher angrily and thought, "how the new generation become this much idiots. He even does not understood that really l was joking on him." "Okay, sorry sir! Really l was thinking about a chemistry of recent movies", said William with a confidence filled smile. "Chemistry??", asked the teacher with a little calmed voice. "Yeah, chemistry. An important chemistry of our life", said William like a innocent genius student. "Then why you say you don't know? Huh! say about that chemistry. lf your answer is good you can stay in class otherwise you will be fired", said teacher.

Len asked, looking up from a red leather covered book about Nicolas Flamel the renowned alchemist. "I've showed you the basics, you watched me doing the synthesis and also keep taking notes. I think you're ready to make something by now." "A - Are you sure about that?" "Of course, gotta even it out between theory and practice, aren't we? But, no messing with dangerous chemicals this time."

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.

“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 don’t… know.” “You’re smart,” Damien said, brushing the edge of Ezra’s notes with his knuckles. “But I bet no one’s ever really taught you how to relax.” Ezra’s ears burned. “I’m here to learn chemistry.” “Mm. Chemistry.” Damien’s gaze dragged up, slow and deliberate. “We’ve got plenty of that already.” The first session was torture.