AREA 57-A PLACE OF MYSTERIES AND MOLES

Room 57, a.k.a. the chemistry room, a.k.a Mrs. Ballard’s room is the coolest room in Campbellsport High School. It is strictly for juniors and seniors, but mainly seniors, considering we pretty much own college chem. 1 and 2.  The main function is chemistry considering the fact that it’s a chemistry room. Activities that normally take place here are gaping at the smart board, not understanding a word that Mrs. Ballard is saying, spilling chemicals, making chemistry carols, and pretending to know what we are doing. The chemistry room is very interesting to the naked eye. When you take a first glance, you don’t know where to look because there is so much in there, from the desks to the counters, the sinks to the safety shower, and our very own fume hood. The sounds vary from students snoring in the back of class to gas leaking and glass breaking. Every once in awhile you’ll hear Mrs. Ballard make her Chihuahua bark, or make a smart comment where we can’t tell if she kidding or serious. The scents range from lit matches to spilled chemicals. The occasional smell of six molar hydrochloric acid will burn your nose, literally, causing the smell of burning flesh. All of these things take place during Mrs. Ballard’s favorite class of the day, that being first block.

           

     To capture all of this excitement without being a hindrance, we will be positioned by the desks, because most of the action happens in the back of the room.

     

       During our time here at Campbellsport High School many events of significance have occurred in the chemistry classroom. It all started our junior year in basic chemistry. Every time we would break out the .5 molar HCl, Sam would end up spilling it on Ann, even though they would be halfway across the room from each other. When we did one of our first experiments, we got our picture put in the Campbellsport News, and Ann got the picture sent to her in the mail by the governor, but Sam got nothing.  We never got to choose our partners, except for the very last change. Ann was put with Katie Galligan, and Sam was put with Steph Ninnemann. Ann and Katie didn’t really have a thing for reading directions, and therefore, they would just watch everything Sam and Steph did, causing both groups to lose their magnesium. Overall, the junior year was pretty much a year of pretending to learn and spilling acid. The senior year, well to sum it up, is pretty much the same story, only now we bumped it up to 6 molar HCl!

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