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As the end of term draws near, I would like to commemorate all the wonderful classtimes I have experienced in England.

First, I would like to mention Chemistry. The Chemistry teacher has brought levity into my dull and jaded life.

   “Catherine! Is that a raised hand? No? You were sort of flopping your arm about provocatively. “

 “Ammonia smells like urine, rotting fish, rotting goats – goats  smell very strongly of ammonia. . . . . . not that I go around sniffing goats.”

 “America has been experiencing a real drug problem lately.”

I like our Chemistry teacher. 🙂

Another man in the science field perplexes me in every way. He happens to teach Physics.

On the topic of electricity: “Do they have electricity in America?” {said in a mutter barely moving his lips, looking intensely into your eyes, whispy white hair framing his forehead}

On the topic of the electromagnetic spectrum: “Do they have radio waves in America? {said in the same way as previously mentioned}

On the topic of skin cancer: “Do they have SPF in America?”

I have developed a wondrous prophetic ability relating to our communication. For example, if he tramps deliberately across the room to where L——- and I are sitting, face as cardboardy as always,  and the topic under discussion is the atmosphere, I know he will ask: “Do they have oxygen in America?”

Sometimes, however, he surprises me with something like: “What do you think of Obamacare?”

So; that is Physics. Make of it what you will.

Music class on Fridays is not the most stimulating time. . . . . but once in a while something happens. We were assigned homework. We were supposed to take notes on the “instrumentation in Jeff Buckley’s ‘Eternal Life.’ Um, excuse me? Why? I guess it is not my place to reason why. So I did the homework, meaning I listened to half the song and typed about 3 sentences (nay, fragments!) of complete rubbish. The next day, when the teacher was handing worksheets out to us, I handed her my homework. Ergo:

Teacher: “Oh, sorry, did I give you a blank sheet of paper (?)”

Me: “No; it’s my homework.”

Farewell. Farewell, my friends. Farewell.