#CHAPTER 39 High Fever

"Which of the following will react most easily with hydrochloric acid to form an alkyl halide? A, primary alcohol, or B, secondary alcohol, or C, tertiary alcohol, or D, all of the above?" Rafael slammed her forehead on the table. "This is pointless. I'm going to fail and there is nothing I can do about it. Just let me die." "Raf! Sit up, we're going to finish these flashcards if they kill you!" "Please! That would be a mercy killing at this point!" "You haven't even started your Calc 3 review packet, don't wimp out on me now." "Why are you suddenly snapping the whip like a taskmaster now of all times?" Raf moaned. "Where did the nice, sweet, understanding Claudia go? No compassion at all for the suffering..." "You're not suffering anything, Raf. Except for the consequences of procrastinating all semester." She coughed a few times into the desk. "Ah... I'm feeling weak... Did I tell you I used to have asthma when I was younger..." "You're smart and you made it all the w