The next class was chemistry, which happened to be in class B, so I brought the books with me and didn't have to go back to my classroom to pick them up.

I don't seem to have studied chemistry very well.

When I was in junior high school, chemistry was relatively simple, and I stumbled and learned it well.

When I went to high school, I felt that it was not a little bit difficult, and as long as the chemical equation was more complicated, basically no matter how I matched it, it was not even.

That's not all, there are also calculations of solutes, solvents and solutions, why do you have to prepare all kinds of strange solutions, it's just dizzying.

And the straw that broke the camel's back was organic chemistry.

What are alkanes, alkenes, alkynes, aromatic hydrocarbons, halogenated hydrocarbons, alcohols, phenols, ethers, aldehydes, ketones, carboxylic acids, carboxylic acid derivatives, amines, nitro compounds, nitriles, sulfur-containing organic compounds......

Well, I can't get any of that in vain.

Actually, I was interested in physics and chemistry at first, and I liked to do science experiments the most.

When I was in elementary school, there was a little science experiment, and I still remember it vividly.

For this little experiment, you need to prepare a plate and a glass, and fix the candle in the middle of the plate, the candle should not be too long, preferably half a candle.

Fill the plate with water, then light the candle with a lighter, and finally use the glass to slowly cover the candle.

When the candle is extinguished, the water in the plate is sucked into the cup.

At that time, I thought it was amazing, but when I grew up, I realized that doing experiments was not so interesting, and I had to record experimental data and write experimental reports......

From this point of view, I am a person who does not seek to understand much, so it is hopeless to become a scientist.

Just as he was thinking, the chemistry teacher walked into the classroom quickly, the chemistry teacher was a male teacher in his fifties, very thin, not tall, with a pair of brown-rimmed glasses, very fond of smoking, and could smell cigarettes from a distance.

The chemistry teacher's surname is Yang, and his youngest son also takes chemistry class in class B, but he doesn't study very well and likes to fight.

I remember once in class, the teacher said: "Today's children think that fighting is very prestigious, that is, they are okay when they are teenagers, but they can't do it when they are 20 years old, and they have to study hard." ”

Although there was no yin to say, everyone knew in their hearts that the teacher was there to tell his son.

Alas, an old father is also heartbroken.

This class is a review of organic chemistry, and I have listened to it so much, why is it so complicated......

When class finally ended, I quickly packed up my books and went back to my classroom.

The college entrance examination is approaching, except for the subjects of the college entrance examination, other classes are suspended, and the teacher will go to each class to answer questions.

I didn't have any questions, basically I was either reading books by myself or doing the mock test papers left by the teacher.

Evening self-study is not mandatory, and I can finally go home without wearing the stars and the moon.

Actually, this is very good, for me, I can't learn anything at all from self-study every night, it's just fatigue, it's still fatigue, it's still fatigue.

Also, the oppressive, restless, and uneasy atmosphere in the senior high school classroom also makes people feel uncomfortable.

I used the time of the last two classes to write a few mock papers, and I still have one left, which I can do at home.

Cui Ling, who was at the same table, was already greeting her classmates in the dormitory and going to dinner together.

I packed my bag and got ready to go home.

The air at night was so fresh, it was not yet dark, I went to the garage where I stored my bicycles, and with my memory, I found my bicycle among thousands of bicycles.

Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the things that baffled me when I was studying in a middle school was looking for my bike.

Sometimes, the bicycle will be moved to another location by a later classmate; Sometimes I misremember where to store it.

The most embarrassing time was that I didn't ride a bicycle that day, I came by bus, but I looked for more than 20 minutes in the bicycle garage.

Anyway, I often have to worry about finding a bike.

It's okay to say in summer, but in winter, it gets dark early, and with my myopic eyes, I see that every car looks like my own car.

Several times I dreamed that I couldn't find my bike again.

It can be seen how much this incident has affected me.

It was a good day, it wasn't dark yet, the bike wasn't relocated, and I was able to find my bike.

Blowing the night breeze, riding the bike, on the way home, I suddenly felt free.

Does the environment affect people's state of mind......