Physics and... Chemistry

There was a time when I thought I was going to be a physicist. This was a firm belief I held up until my first semester in college when I realized that in order to major (and, let's be honest, SUCCEED) in Physics, I would be forced to deal with Chemistry. Which I believed I hated. I believed this - I suspect - in part because of Mr. P, my high school chemistry teacher who hated teenagers, had a predictably short fuse, and liked to bean students with erasers, chalk, white board markers, and other small objects that were near to hand when the occasion warranted. I had never had a teacher who threw things at students before, but we must have had him at the height of his I'll-throw-things-at-my-students-when-I-damn-well-please phase because my semester with him was his last semester at our school. Ah, Mr. P.

Anyhow, I've decided as of this moment forward, I will give Chemistry another shot. I'll pretend Chemistry and I were set up by a mutual friend long ago and it was the blind date from hell. Chemistry and I totally got off on the wrong foot, but we're ready to try it again, because people keep telling us we'd really be good together. There was too much pressure last time. This time we're just going to take it easy, maybe get together a few times in a coffee shop, see if we hit it off.