This is my high school Chemistry notebook from my Senior year. My Mom found it somewhere and had it out when we arrived in Indiana on Monday evening. I have been looking through it, alternately shaking my head and laughing. Shaking my head because the notebook is filled with equations, none of which I remember. Shaking my head because of notes like this one:
Boyles Law? Had to look it up on line.
The notebook is interspersed with angsty teen poetry – one comparing myself to snow (“I haven’t snowed in years” being one of the more memorable lines) and … Read more