Chemistry class had nothing to do with science. We filled out exercise sheets as we recounted all that had happened between one or the other of us and a man or boy. Each detail, each word, each exchange was absolutely essential to share. I needed to know what he said to her. She needed to know what he said to me. If, by some chance, we actually had to do some chemistry work in chemistry, like take a test or actually listen to instruction from the teacher, we felt cheated and the desire to know might burst forth into notes or cartoons or on the rare occasion postponed til after school.
The rest of the students in the class were a blur. The teacher, a blur. We were in a bubble of exchange. And no one was getting in there.
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The Hamlet Project 
Hi, I really like the idea of this “Hamlet Project” I’m really enjoying the text and glad to see deep, poetic interpretations done line by line.
However, I’m not entirely sure how to read this post, especially as I’m confused about how to read “O’ermaster’t as you may.” to begin with.
Good stuff, just need a little bit of clarification 🙂
What a lovely response.Thank you. I’m so glad to know you’re reading and enjoying the blog. I usually assume most people are just annoyed when I don’t directly attack a line in its literary interpretation since most people seem to get here when searching for answers so I’m so glad you’re here for the other stuff too. Thank you for letting me know. And what a delightful question!
So – overmastering is like, getting over it. Like, he’s saying, essentially, if you want to know what went on between us, if you want to know what we said, get over it however you can, because I’m not telling you.