By Emi Gruender
Emi’s Anecdotes
Within Mrs. Daniels’ 3rd-period chemistry class in room 61, a serendipitous seating chart resulted in a tight-knit albeit loud group of Chemistry students. After the first couple of days of Chemistry, conversation and a new group chat coined “Death Row” emerged in tandem. Though we definitely torment the other students in our class, I know I couldn’t have survived chemistry without them.
I sit on the second-to-farthest-left of Mrs. Daniels’ chemistry class, in the front row. On my right sits my fellow journalism student, Mia. At the very start of the year, I knew virtually nothing about the people sitting around me. I knew Weston Kelly because we were in the same class for English Honors, but other than that? Nothing. Mia said she knew the guy furthest in on the aisle because they worked in robotics together– apparently his name was Knox Friedman. I distinctly remember my first interaction with Gio Arteaga being an offensive “Excuse me?”
I don’t particularly remember how the conversation started, but eventually we started talking, and then seats started turning around to make a “group” of sorts, complete with tastefully hilarious but slightly offensive humor. Between our visit to the library to study for Semester 1 finals, and our mole-making project at my house, I had a lot of fun getting to know these people better, albeit at the expense of peace and quiet within Mrs. Daniels’ classroom. Though Chemistry sometimes makes me want to bash my head through a wall, I’m going to miss the environment that I found within Room 61. Most of “Death Row” is in The Shield, however, so there’s no need to be dramatic. I’m looking at you, Knox, you non-Shield member. I consider myself very lucky to have befriended these really stupid (JOKE. THAT WAS A JOKE) and silly people.
