In 10th grade I wasn't sure I could register to a chemistry with one teacher so I didn't. But when school started, the teacher who was supposed to teach the class was different and accepted me into the class. However, I didn't anticipate needing the textbook, so she sent me back to the class library where there was some hard-worn copies of various classbooks. I was in luck that the book she wanted me to have was there, but it was really, really worn out, and written all over. But beggars can't be choosers, so I took what was there for me.
Well, going through the class I've discovered that all the writing on the margins was actually incredibly useful! I followed them whenever I could, and when we were doing routine chemistry experiments measuring pH of acids and playing with precipitation, my experiments miraculously came up with new varieties of teflon coating! While everyone else's salt crystals looked boring, I was able to grow fabulous Bismuth crystals. My class mates grew suspicious of my prowess since previously I showed no aptitude to chemistry. After an altercation with one of other jealous students, I realized that I had to hide the book somewhere safe, and it is likely still sitting in the back closet of the school's cafeteria waiting for next lucky student.
Well, going through the class I've discovered that all the writing on the margins was actually incredibly useful! I followed them whenever I could, and when we were doing routine chemistry experiments measuring pH of acids and playing with precipitation, my experiments miraculously came up with new varieties of teflon coating! While everyone else's salt crystals looked boring, I was able to grow fabulous Bismuth crystals. My class mates grew suspicious of my prowess since previously I showed no aptitude to chemistry. After an altercation with one of other jealous students, I realized that I had to hide the book somewhere safe, and it is likely still sitting in the back closet of the school's cafeteria waiting for next lucky student.