Я тоже химию не любила Китайское иероглифы???????????? ............

I also did not like chemistry
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About knowledge of the exact sciences, I remembered the story.
Chemistry at our school was taught by the head teacher Elena Vasilievna. Strict, intelligent, intelligent woman.
By the 10th grade, my knowledge of chemistry was completely limited (and even now limited) to the learned formula С2Н5ОН. Of course, I went to classes sometimes, hid there on the last desk and drew horses - something had to be done.
The whole chemistry lesson for me was, as it were, in Chinese.
 
We had an agreement with my friend Lilka for all 10 school years - I write essays, she solves chemistry with algebra.
And then my expected non-certification comes out.
Elena Vasilievna called, looking sternly.
“Degtereva,” he says, “I know that last year you defeated a course of physics in a week from hopelessness, Lyudmila Valentinovna told me. Let's have a good deal. I will give you the equations, you will master them. Read the last topics and decide. If you need help, I’ll explain. Don’t bet you.
“Thank you, Elena Vasilievna,” I say, I look at these hieroglyphs myself and hiccup, “I will do everything.”
Lilka was urgently called, of course.
- Fuck, - he says, - It's elementary, - and some letters are scratching, numbers, - Come on, - he says, - I’ll explain.
And then, naturally, with feeling pronounces the text in Chinese. When I hear the word "valency" - the brain turns off by itself, and everything that is said below filters.
Well, Lilka once gave out her Basurm speech. Two.
He sees - space is splashing in my eyes.
She spat, waved her hand.
And since childhood, I must say, a very good memory. Any practically poem, for example, I remember the second time. Texts, phone numbers.
I looked at these equations and I think - garbage. I remembered letters and numbers that do not know what they mean; there were few.
And she went, crossing herself, to school. After classes I go to Elena Vasilievna.
- Decided?
- And then! - I answer proudly.
“Come on the board,” and sits at the first desk. The classroom is empty, the portrait of Mendeleev was distorted on the wall.
But I remember everything. I write myself the equations in chalk neatly. I don’t think about the bad. I turn, and Elena Vasilievna, naturally, green in color. He clings to his neck and gasps for air.
- What? Wrong somewhere? - I say.
“No,” Elena Vasilievna wheezes, “That's the point.”
With genuine, chthonic horror, he looks at my eyes and speaks.
“Degtereva, your mother, did you learn them?”
“How did you guess?”
- Masha! Odds are added later in the decision process. And you immediately write with them.
- Coefficient what? ..
- Well, look what you draw. Two p o two plus five your two o, ”Elena Vasilievna looks into my eyes again and sees eternity there,“ Well, the numbers are ahead! ”
- Ahhhh
- I’ve been teaching for fifteen years, I see this for the first time, - Elena Vasilievna turned from green to crimson, - Get out of here!

So fast I didn’t even run in volleyball competitions. Certificate without triples, yes. For a good memory.

Posted by: Maria Degtereva