I walked into my usual Saturday pre-Chinese class study area to find this:
I didn’t think Selectrics existed anymore. This one looks like the typewriter that Snookie’s mom kept in her kitchen.
On the whiteboard were other reminders of my past — chemical equations.
I don’t know what these mean anymore, but I remember trying to understand what they meant 25+ years ago.
It also seems that chemistry students named “Pete G.” are still out of favor. There’s a none-too-flattering definition of this generation’s “Pete G.” on the whiteboard as well. Which I didn’t photograph. I try to keep this blog clean, unless I’m talking politics.
We had a “Pete G.” in our chemistry classes, too. Very smart, but a dweeb. We picked on him so much in Chem Lab. I’m sure he’s rich, famous and living a fabulous life in spite of the folks in A-Chem and P-Chem at SJU.
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