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  • I've always wondered what it was that people truly considered to be "good chemistry." A balanced equation is stable, but I prefer to measure my life in coffee spoons.

    I'm on break and brought back to the realm of high school; tedious assignments stacked high and text messages stacked higher. I'd been asked to help explain how chemical formulas worked, not an easy task for a Sunday by any means, but one compounded even more by the fact that I was, as I have explained, on break. As you may easily imagine, I was distraught by the idea.

    It was odd, though. Sitting in a cafe (for I needed something to get me through my return to the past), we worked together to understand the very fundamental aspects of life, balanced them out, and compared the yields. The pink calculator clicked out of sync with the neo-folk music playing around us.

    Oh take me click click to the click click click and I'll always click click click click summer moon.

    Perhaps if I mimicked the voice of my chemistry teacher, I'd be able to both explain how to do the problem and entertain.
    "When you balance the equation, you'll find that oxygen is depleted and, in this case, would be the limiting reactant of the reaction."

    I realized that this did not work when I received a blank stare as an answer. I'd have to put down the chalk this time. Looking around the coffee shop for a distraction, more blank stares greeted me in turn. Perhaps if I spent more money the store owners would take pity on me and close the shop early, ending my chemically unbalanced loop of teaching. At this point, even the broken music disappeared, leaving me only with the remain clicks of a pink calculator's key strokes.

    Click click click click click click Oh I've got an idea, perhaps if you click click click

    The situation was utterly hopeless. Save me, T.S. Eliot.
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