My son, Alexander, is completing his high school career by taking chemistry and physics. <\/p>\n
Which makes him 50 percent smarter than I am. <\/p>\n
Or maybe its 100 percent. <\/p>\n
Im equally lost among the precepts of mathematics as I am fumbling around in convoluted formulas of chemistry and the insane concepts of physics. <\/p>\n
This is why I labored through only chemistry in high school, achieving, by way of the dogged determination that is the clueless students only advantage, a flaccid C. <\/p>\n
(I was pretty deft with a Bunsen burner, as well. And one time I tried to make nitroglycerine, a failed effort that seemed to amuse the teacher. Probably because I didnt hurt anyone.) <\/p>\n
I have few distinct memories from chemistry class, but one retains that crystalline quality which our brains, in some cruel twist of human evolution, reserve for our most embarrassing episodes. <\/p>\n
(Actually only part of the memory is still vivid; I have no recollection at all of the details of the problem we were supposed to solve.) <\/p>\n
The occasion was a particularly rare one: An experiment that seemed to me, if not logical, at least understandable. <\/p>\n
I volunteered to walk up to the blackboard (it was in fact green, but, as with the black kind, you wrote on it with chalk) and demonstrate the equation. <\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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