It was 11th grade chemistry class and Mr. Reber was in his glory. He loved trying to relate atoms, elements and the periodic table to a bunch of teens who longed to be anywhere else but in his classroom.
I remember one of his lectures going something like this:
“Now memorizing the names of the elements is very important,” he was saying. “The names identify them, they tell us what they are.”
“It’s sort of like hearing your own name spoken,” Mr. Reber said, getting that wistful look in his eye. “You hear it, and you pay attention. And there is nothing like it because it’s who you are. Take my name for example, ‘Melvin.’ Hear that? It sounds sweet to my ears: Mel-vin.” ...
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