Scarified

My roommate and I are a little bit eccentric and well, kind of dorky. So, it's only natural, being the dorks that we are, that we have a tendency to make up words. The latest "word" added to our dictionary was "cutenize", clearly defined as the act of making something cuter. Whether it's cutenizing the room (a.k.a. cleaning) or cutenizing the appearance of something, we sure do cutenize a lot. This morning I woke up a smidgen early for once and cutenized myself. I picked out a matching, casual little outfit (something I rarely worry about) and even topped it off with an adorable hat. My roomy (Margo) still in bed, peeks up at me as I'm leaving.
"Aw, you're all cutenized," she tells me with a grin. I smile and thank her before I head down to my Chemistry lecture. Being my dorky self, I sit in the first row, just like I always do and pay close attention.
"Okay, class, now we're going to talk a bit about nomenclature," Dr. Briggs said.
Ugh, I thought. Why does naming things have to be a subject of study if they're already named?!
"I found some of these more commonly named compounds on the internet, and I thought they were rather interesting."
I groaned. His definition of interesting is generally not even close to mine. . .
He displayed the names with pictures one at a time on the screen. One was Rabitol and showed a picture of Bugs Bunny. I chuckled lightly. The next few were unremarkable, until we came upon a compound named Arsole.
"I'm glad you all can read, since I'm not allowed to say that one out loud," Dr. Briggs says with a grin. The class chuckled a bit.
"And lastly. . . what you're all probably thinking about this course right now. . ."
I was intrigued now. He displayed the last one that was met with a defeaning roar of laughter from the class: Focital.
"Thank you, thank you. But starting soon, due to the mandatory furlough, my jokes will all be ten percent less funny," he continues.
This also is met with a laugh from the class. He seems pleased that we've at least paid attention so far.
"And lastly, before I send you off I'm going to show you a video clip. Please pay attention to the white automobile."
The lights go off and the video is displayed. There's a white car, cruising down a curvy, windy road. The scenery is beautiful and green with lush trees. I watched as the car drove along, thinking how this dealt with Chemistry. Emissions, perhaps? The car disappeared behind a group of trees. I waited for it to re-emerge. I leaned forward; why wasn't it out yet? Then suddenly this hideous, grotesque, bloody zombie face fills the screen and yells. I shrieked, covering my eyes with my hat as a reflex reaction. Dr. Briggs laughs and explains the supposed "chemical reactions" involved. How the light and photons created an image which was captured by our eyes, which was converted into a picture, while the sound reached our ears, causing our sympathetic nervous systems to activate and make us shriek like little girls. But none of that mattered, because suddenly, I'd thought of a new word. Scarified.