During my first two semesters in college, I found myself hating my chemistry classes.
This reminds me of my high school days. We started learning chemistry in the third year of junior high school. I was not particularly interested in chemistry at the beginning, so I sometimes lost my mind in class. For some reason, the chemistry teacher seemed to have installed a camera on me. As long as I distracted a little bit, she would call my name and ask me to do the questions, and she would let me go back to my seat only if I got it right. Later, in order not to be called by my name by the teacher, I had to listen carefully, but unexpectedly, I began to like chemistry gradually, and my grades were also very good. Looking back now, I am really grateful to my junior high school chemistry teacher.