*me Making My Seventh Tea / Coffee Of The Day* Maybe This Little Beverage Will Motivate Me To Finish

Yesssss

the chemistry students

safety goggles and pristine white lab coats

the low flame of a bunsen burner

memorizing polyatomic ions, knowing the periodic table by heart

data tables filled with neat strings of numbers

the satisfying clink of glassware on the lab table

precision and steady hands

strings of calculations and conversions

balancing reactions in your head on the first try

deep focus, working through the procedure step by step

cold coffee abandoned on the windowsill

the light pink of a perfect titration

performing flashy demonstrations to impress your friends, delighting in their surprise

finding real world examples of complicated topics

graph paper and messy handwriting only you can understand

chemical formulas scrawled across the blackboard at the front of the classroom

neatly formatted lab reports

periodic table hung on your wall, atomic models on your bookshelf

hair pulled back, not a strand out of place

studying alchemy, fascination with the early pioneers in your field

lewis dot structures doodled in the margins of your lab notebook

working in the lab late at night, performing trial after trial until you know your data is accurate

formulas scribbled on your hands

being unfazed by vials of deadly chemicals

the vibrant colors of pH indicator solution

the gratification of a hypothesis proven correct

Why is this me?

tweed jackets, corduroy pants, brown trousers, oxford shoes, white button ups, brown leather, heavy sweaters, coffee rings, ripped out pages, thick belts, wire rimmed glasses, dusty books, quiet spaces, low lighting, dark wood, the picture of dorian gray, thick paper, expensive pens, figering brushing while reaching for the same book, long eye contact, small classes, close relationships with teachers, being an enigma, disappearing without explanation, wilting flowers, long coats, thrist for knowledge, thick volumes of ancient words, reading poetry aloud, old watches, golden jewelry, classical music, red wine, black coffee, music played on the piano, close knit groups of friends, a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

Imagine

I want write poetry and epic fantasy or history or both and I want to travel to old cities and try to transport myself back in time to when the architecture and frescoes were new and baroque was the new thing. I want to hear the people speak and how they’re conversations sounded. All we can do in our time is guess, but I want to know.

post as much as possible while the women are offline so they can have something to read for breakfast when they are awake.

This is such a beautiful definition

Science is simply the word we use to describe a method of organising our curiosity.

- Tim Minchin

Snape?

Hot espresso with a small slice of lemon peel and a hint of anisette liqueur, warm flaky buttery croissant, small batch of tart raspberries, dark chocolate bar with sprinkles of hazelnut, and amethyst coloured figs straight off the tree.

The academia life is just so revitalizating. Reading is such a satisfying activity for the mind and soul.

“What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?”-Willy Shakes

It is gelid outside. I am drowsy from reading and making annotations for hours on end. My eyes are burning ever so slightly. There is an owl hooting outside my window. I am now in bed…drifting into a dreamless sleep.