I was in Chemistry – my
Lieblingsfach turned
living hell. Due to a previous incident involving the aformentioned
subject, there was a [supporting adult? I don't remember the word] near
me. (I've mentioned her on here before, but ICBA to explain where.) This
already miffed me because of something else I can't mention. Plus, one of
the reasons I hate Chemistry so is because of where I used to sit. The
teacher's desk & the whiteboard was directly behind me and 2 people I have
a distaste for sat IN FRONT OF ME, always chattering about
SOMETHING. We're doing a practical (I didn't do the last one) and I'm doing the
mise en place. I don't like working w/ people because, uh, I'm insecure or
something idk. We're getting iron out of iron oxide with carbon powder.
I'm afaraid I was very moody. The original mixture of FeO + C looked more
on the C side. I sprinkled some more carbon on anyways. The carbon was
kinda clumpy, so I stabbed at it and it went everywhere. I should've
stopped there, but I didn't. I had almost finished the sprinkling (Or
maybe I had... It doesn't matter.) when one of the 2 people I was talking
about before asked for the carbon. Again. So I was like,
Just take it, then!
, and I, I dunno, shove the carbon-holding
beaker at her, and then it all comes out. Something inside of me was
blocking out any feeling of shame, remorse and/or guilt. For a second, I
was thinking,
So when I'm trying to use it for my work, it's rock hard, but when I
aggravate a student, it's practically a liquid???
. And then the supporting adult gal told me to take a step back.