“Chem is going to be the death of me,” Leslie announced. “We pretty much have to teach it to ourselves, and I’m just not getting it. Dr. Phelps never reviews the assignment, and he doesn’t spend much time answering our questions either. Every time I raise my hand, he ignores it. He hasn’t called on me once. I know more about his Jag than I know about compounds and mixtures. He spent less than 40 minutes on chemistry in our last two-hour class.”
“Don’t worry, Leslie. In my experience,” Frannie explained, “it all somehow comes together. If Dr. Phelps doesn’t explain things, we’ll just figure it out when the time comes.”
“Well,” Robin jumped in. “I, for one, am not clairvoyant, and when something doesn’t make sense, I need someone to explain it to me.
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