I HATED chemistry. The chemistry labs at school always stunk of some horrible oily tarry stuff, and we had this teacher, Mrs Boot, who was so crap she carried on talking even after Selina in our class had tied her to her chair.
Selina was like that.
Or there was Ms...dude what was her name? JOHNSON. Man. Hated her. She shouted. And therefore Chemistry was awful.
Until we got a bloke who decided he knew how to turn sea water into gold. He looked like Father Christmas, and he knew about the cool side of chemistry :0P He was fantastic. But the rooms still smelt so I was beyond saving.
Anyway, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, would be my motto, unless you're in a skimpy nightie like I was once or twice, in which case, you just have to go outside in said skimpy nightie and tell them politely to shut the fagging hell up. For some reason, the nightie is a key part in this operation.
Oh, and setting things on fire? Get a pair of jeans, put them on, spray wtih deoderant, put a lighter to them. It wrecks your jeans quite nicely. Mr Me used to do it just to scare me and/or look macho. It just used to scare me, to be honest.
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Selina was like that.
Or there was Ms...dude what was her name? JOHNSON. Man. Hated her. She shouted. And therefore Chemistry was awful.
Until we got a bloke who decided he knew how to turn sea water into gold. He looked like Father Christmas, and he knew about the cool side of chemistry :0P He was fantastic. But the rooms still smelt so I was beyond saving.
Anyway, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, would be my motto, unless you're in a skimpy nightie like I was once or twice, in which case, you just have to go outside in said skimpy nightie and tell them politely to shut the fagging hell up. For some reason, the nightie is a key part in this operation.
Oh, and setting things on fire? Get a pair of jeans, put them on, spray wtih deoderant, put a lighter to them. It wrecks your jeans quite nicely. Mr Me used to do it just to scare me and/or look macho. It just used to scare me, to be honest.