In his heavy Czech accent, Jarda extolled the principles of analytical chemistry to his students - as if he were a jolly old uncle bestowing a hand-carved toy horse to a glowing nephew.

He’s roped me in.

Bart

on the otherhand, started-off with a less-than-stellar performance. In what must have been an attempt to not scare the bejesus out of his Honors Organic Chemistry students, Prof. Bartholomew tried to wing it. I’m sure he’s an interesting and brilliant guy - he does have a phd in the synthesis of organic materials - but watching him fumble around REALLY easy topics was almost stomach-churning. I felt like I needed to throw him a life-ring or call in a helicopter. Luckily, I’m sure the coursework will ramp up, and he won’t get stuck drawing dots around letters on the chalkboard for an hour.

At this point the only thing I’m worried about is English 111 with Rubasky. Well, I wouldn’t say worried, but I was slightly unsettled to learn that the only book we’re reading in 10 weeks is Frankenstein.

Well, off to find a copy of the monster.