Beakers

I never understood before this year that there is something more to my relationship with science than sitting in a room... in a chair... and falling asleep and someone drones in the background about ENzymes and ANGIosperms. This has been my experience, until now. But the teacher who converted me is going off to learn more, and I'll be stuck in another room's chair learning less. It's weird, I guess; I'm usually so weepy, and this time I was the one dry-cheeked kid who awkwardly stood in awe of how incredible Ms. L is. She said this is why she became a teacher. It's why I became a student, too.