That class… in high school, that class was awful. I liked the teacher, but the subject was miserable. It was worse in college, the stuff of legends. But my knowledge of the periodic table, pounded into me by my teacher and rote memorization, saved my ass more times than I ever thought it would.

I was no chemist. Even so, I knew the periodic table. I knew every element up to the hundred ninth, after that… well, at the time; the other nine elements were unknown. I hadn’t checked to see if that had changed in the meanwhile. Maybe I should have gotten around to that…?

It didn’t matter. The chemistry portion of the exam wasn’t that bad. I knew the periodic table cold, and I’d already studied for this stuff before I ever came to this world. Most of my studying over the course of those past months was on other materials.