After High School

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As I think about the subject of Chemistry I remember the ugly nun who was my teacher of Chemistry at BEHS back in the year 1953 - Sister Loyola (I think). I loved Chemistry because it explained The World to me for the first time. Previous to Chemistry I had relied on The very Old and Odius Testament for my understanding of the chains of causes and effects which had given rise to me, young idiot that I was.

But after Chemistry I understood that the world was a much more interesting place than that which had been presented to me as a child: I understood that all my previous teachings were only religious nonsense, and that there was a huge Universe out there to be discovered after High School.