This Chemistry Class

It's 5:02 p.m., the afternoon of January 21, Thursday. I am taking my time in drinking this coffee beside me while watching the rain pour down like an unstoppable phenomenon and trying to recollect some random thoughts of mine. Few more minutes and I'll be in that same room again. Until this very moment, I still do not understand how much I dislike attending my Chemistry class which lasts for 2 hours. It's not about the teacher, though, nor about the lessons and it's not even about my classmates that I loathe. To be honest, although this may seem odd to you, it's the feeling that bothers me whenever I approach that four-walled lecture hall. No matter how I try to draw my attention to the discussion, something in my unconscious pulls me back from the present and leads me to the long forgotten past.

The room is pretty big. Upon entering the door, the first thing you will notice is the cold temperature that gives off comfort especially and best for relaxation after a hard and strenuous day's work. second, a few more steps while facing left, you'll see the center aisle which divides the room into two sides and that directs you to the front area of the hall where the lengthy chalkboard is located. Just a number of inches above it lies the round clock. The seats are all green and the floor is tiled. All the walls, including the alcove, are painted with color flesh and this helps me feel even more nostalgic, all the more that I don't want to listen to the discussion.

But I never want to deny this fact that after all, I love Tuesday and Thursday nights especially during Chemistry classes. I am always motivated to think, write, reflect and imagine things as I leave the present. During this class, I can activate my wild and imaginative mind. I'd still think that my Chemistry class is still the best class in the week for only in this class do I experience such feelings: odd but undeniably profound. These feelings that never occured to me in any other classes ever since. Do you know what's the best thing after I leave the room? I feel light, innocent and renewed. And the worst thing, you ask? I realize i haven't really learned anything at all.