Well, I do. Though I am a [by]product of a Science High, Chemistry has never been my forte. I’d rather grab my SciCal and compute the Cosine of the Y in the X to the nearest nth thousands than explore the many wonders of that shitty Periodic Table of Elements. Yes, I hate Chemistry.
When I was in third year high school, my best friend then was an almost failure in that subject. Like me, he also hated Chemistry; unlike me, he wasn’t that patient to at least learn and cooperate. Then again, after the school year, he successfully passed the subject. We were happy, until…
Before the vacation even started, he told me he’ll be transferring to a new school. Shocked and sad, I still asked why. He said it was the decision of his parents. So there, we were apart during our last year in high school.
Just this afternoon, 14th of January 2009, I was able to talk to him again thanks to Yahoo Messenger. We chatted like little kids exchanging their dreams last night [or like I don’t have work]. Then I popped again the question: Why did you transfer before? I was shocked with his answer – or sort of a confession.
My best friend was afraid of Gonzales, s/he was our Chemistry teacher back then. That was his reason.
Let’s expound and balance the equation:
That effin teacher sort of gave a malicious offer to my best friend during the second quarter. He teased my best friend for a one night stand. Surprisingly, my best friend agreed – only if he’ll pass him on that subject after the year.
To simplify:
He passed. He was afraid of the malicious deal. He transferred school to avoid Gonzales.
I was in horror when I found that out earlier. After almost 7 years, I finally know the real reason behind his sudden decision to transfer. But I’m glad he did, it was the best thing to do.
I guess I will really hate Chemistry until my last breath of Oxygen.
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When I was in third year high school, my best friend then was an almost failure in that subject. Like me, he also hated Chemistry; unlike me, he wasn’t that patient to at least learn and cooperate. Then again, after the school year, he successfully passed the subject. We were happy, until…
Before the vacation even started, he told me he’ll be transferring to a new school. Shocked and sad, I still asked why. He said it was the decision of his parents. So there, we were apart during our last year in high school.
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Just this afternoon, 14th of January 2009, I was able to talk to him again thanks to Yahoo Messenger. We chatted like little kids exchanging their dreams last night [or like I don’t have work]. Then I popped again the question: Why did you transfer before? I was shocked with his answer – or sort of a confession.
My best friend was afraid of Gonzales, s/he was our Chemistry teacher back then. That was his reason.
Let’s expound and balance the equation:
That effin teacher sort of gave a malicious offer to my best friend during the second quarter. He teased my best friend for a one night stand. Surprisingly, my best friend agreed – only if he’ll pass him on that subject after the year.
To simplify:
He passed. He was afraid of the malicious deal. He transferred school to avoid Gonzales.
I was in horror when I found that out earlier. After almost 7 years, I finally know the real reason behind his sudden decision to transfer. But I’m glad he did, it was the best thing to do.
I guess I will really hate Chemistry until my last breath of Oxygen.
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