It's just a matter of chemistry

Hanna Marin simply despises school and everything related to it. Above all the bloody stuff that's in her school, she hates chemistry and her retarded teacher. She just doesn't get them. Who the hell would actually want to know what everything is made of? I mean, does that make you happy? Does knowing everything about atoms and all that junk give you any money or any free massages at the local wellness centre? NO. Then it's useless. It's useless, unless an unbelievably hot guy shows up during one of those chemistry classes that you're not paying attention to and says he's going to be your retarded teacher's assistant for the whole year. Then, even to a hateful, lazy and superficial bitch as Hanna Marin, chemistry might actually seem interesting.