A DAY OF ETERNAL HEALING.

The wind is blowing from the west
Entering the room, filling the unpurged air,
With a sense of belief and adventure
As I open the next chapter, of Zumdahl, the great dictator.

No one knows why we learn,
The matter, molecules, and hybridization,
Of electrons that zoom across the world with rapt perfectness
When we can’t even rout the megalomaniac Heisenberg’s principle.

I’m not complaining- it’s been an eventful weekend
But after saturation point, rolling over and dying
Seems like a rational choice to make
Especially when the AP happens to be tomorrow.

Perhaps a chance encounter with a mental system
Inside my little brain will occur
Allowing more penetration of neutralization reactions
And dear old Le Chatelier’s wise words.

But for now,
I’m the electron, the acid, the precipitate
Of the world’s mysterious ways
Working my way through Chemistry- the world’s BIGGEST mistake that ever was cooked by Rice.

AFTERWORD:

Zumdahl- name of the ghastly book

Rice- name of my teacher. (James Rice)