Lessons In Chemistry Novels & Stories

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.

Her words weren't any instructions. But an order. "Miracle!" He grabbed her wrist and shot an awkward smile when he saw the teacher glance back at them before entering the class. "Don't. Touch. Me." Miracle scowled, swinging away his arm and leaving him behind. During the chemistry lesson, Nancy flipped open her reference book and began drawing the conical flask, filter funnel, and sodium hydroxide crystals to explain the formation of sodium hydroxide solution. To contrast the solution with the rest of the illustrations, she purposely sketched it with pink chalk.

"Today we are going to be taking a look at chemical reactions." I grinned, wondering how everything just seemed to link to each other. She talked a little, until another 'innuendo' popped up. "Now, do you think that there will be some chemistry between these two substances?" She said, addressing the class. Well, I was a part of the class too, wasn't I? "Of course, Ma'am! I think there's going to be some pretty hot, intense chemistry here!" I answered her, holding back the laughter which threatened to escape me. Preston glared darkly

I turned to the board and wrote Chemical Reactions across the top, underlining it twice. For once, the room didn’t buzz with chaos. There was no Adrian Cole swaggering in late, no lazy jokes, no distractions. Just questions, answers, and the quiet rhythm of work. We went over synthesis, decomposition, and combustion reactions. A few students asked thoughtful questions, and I found myself actually smiling when they got something right. For forty minutes, I forgot about everything—about the argument, about Adrian, about the way everyone whispered when they saw us together. When I solved the last problem, I turned back to the class and said, “That’s enough science for one day.”

I just heard one of them say, “Control your bloody wolf, Kyler ! We are in a human uni dammit !!” Sigh ! They were so lucky to have wolves ! I just couldn’t shift to mine coz Zumi was ill. And no one seemed to know or tell me why !! Ughh. It was so damn frustrating. “So Ms Stone ! Kindly tell us all the types of chemical bonds that are present between atoms of various elements,” the Chemistry teacher asked. What the hell ?! This is like the third time that he is quizzing me on my very first day !! Is he someone I pissed off before ?

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.

"Start thinking about your next lesson." It's a cliché, but not an untrue one, that teachers learn as much from their students as their students learn from them. In the five years I'd been teaching, I'd taught English at all four high school grade levels as well as an introductory speech class. Vocabulary, literacy skills, critical thinking, self-expression, rhetoric, culture, along with all those aspects of the hidden curriculum like self-esteem, creativity, punctuality, discipline, and self-respect.

Zoe's POV "Trust the process." I’ve heard a lot of people say that, but it was a phrase we never used in medical school. There, we wielded the process, monitored it every step of the way: systems into organs, organs into tissues, tissues into cells. We dissected every situation, sign by symptom. We did not ‘trust the process.’ We made the process trust us. Yet, when Rachel asked me to ‘trust the process,’ I surrendered myself into her care.

Kevin smacked their head "If you didn't stop, I'll throw you out." They glared at each other before they said "Okay." In unison "What is Chemistry?" Lily asked "Chemistry is the branch of science that deals with the composition, structure, and properties of substances and with the transformations that they undergo." I answered "Let's move on to Math." Kevin stated "What is a closed plane figure bounded by straight lines?" "That’s polygon." Michael answered We reviewed until 10pm. Jibee and Rose will share a bed in the guest room, Kevin and Michael decide to sleep on the floor with them to look after them just in case they decide to kill each other.

"What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, nothing. Just wondering." "Wondering what?" "You'll see." Snorting, I fall back to the bed, palm my face and sigh. I sigh twice. Thrice. Repeatedly. Sighing is the last thing I recall before slumping. Again, my only escape from the trance he put me in. **** MONDAY. My schedule for this week is a little more intense. I'm starting my week with chemistry — my least favourite course. The teacher makes it bearable, but I'll rather study the human mind than discuss atoms and molecules. It's a one-hour lecture and I practically doze off.