| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Tuesday, March 12
It's almost here. I'm almost free. I'm almost home... on thursday afternoon we leave, on thursday night we arrive. The west side of the mountains. It'll be joyous! I'll get a break from the weekly schedule of: "lab-lab-hw" "hw-hw-quiz" "write up-hw-lab" "punch-kick-puke!" I have another lab today at 7p.m. Physics. And, I just finished a 3 hr Chemistry lab where I almost got a shard of pipette glass in my eye! Also, during lab, I frequently plot ways in which to ruin my lab. Should I *accidently* spill my solution? Maybe I'll have the temp *accidently* go a little too high. Oh no! Broken glass!!! I do this because explaining how your experiment went wrong is usually WAY easier than explaining how it went right. Trust me, I've done the math. It's a choice between: "I spilled half of my solution, and that's why my %yeild is so low..." OR "I had a really good %yeild because... uh... my experiment went... good." My. Life. Is. Amazing. Slapped up here on 3/12/2002 06:30:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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