You know you're a teenager when you greet your high school teacher with... "Wassup?"
Well, I really wasn't expecting Mr Strack to ring me on my mobile while I was on the bus to uni, so I was caught completely off-guard and the greeting unwittingly tumbled out of my mouth. Maybe he didn't find it as hilariously ridiculous as I did, since he simply went on to ask me what he wanted to ask about the Titration Stakes.
Good ol' Mr Strack... ^_^ I liked his chemistry classes. He wasn't one of the popular "cool" teachers who knew how to engage with even the toughest of rebels, but rather he was the more soft-spoken and serious type who always seems to know what he was teaching. He was also willing to take extra time to come in early in the mornings to train students in the art of titration. (That used to be the role of Mr Hammond -- the other great chem teacher of mine -- but Mr Strack took over one year and decided not to give the job back)
Anyway, Carine SHS is sending 2 teams to the nationals this time. Good work, guys! =)
Alas, not all titrations go well. This morning's lab was the most horrendous one in my entire life. Somehow, I wasn't upset though. I remember feeling highly restless last semester when I my demonstrator snatched my lab notebook out of my slow hands. Have I learnt to stop caring...?
