Hey World,
I think it's safe to say that this will be my final post of Freshman year. But fear not, I'll still be my spastic self, I'll just be a spastic Sophomore. Huzzah for alliteration!
Let's get down to business (if you caught that Mulan reference, you get a high-five). As you know, I took Chem152 this semester. I've developed somewhat of a reputation as the Lab Spazz. I've broken things, performed inaccurate calculations, and spilled highly concentrated corrosive substances on my skin. Such substances have included sodium hydroxide and hydrochloric acid. I even bent down and sniffed a beaker full of simmering phosphoric acid once. Let me tell you, that was like a drop-kick to the face.
By the last few weeks of the semester, Mark, my lab TA, had clearly caught on to my shenanigans. Every time he heard me giggling (or the shattering of glass) from across the lab, he would call "What happened?" in a resigned tone and make his way over to my bench. I somehow managed to escape permanent injury. That's great, but I can't help but feel a teeny bit of disappointment that I never got to use the totally awesome emergency shower.
For reasons unknown to me, my experiments have turned out quite well. My lab TA even gave me an A+ on my performance evaluation. On the last day, I was turning in my check-out slip to the prep-room. The prep-room guy is basically responsible for examining each student's supply drawer and drawing up charges for any missing or broken materials. He is only ever seen on the first and last days of class. So I went up to the window, handed in my slip, and he asked for my name.
"Ah," he said, "so you're the famous Chelsea."
Oh, that's nice....Wait, what? ".....What am I famous for??"
I never did get an answer. I'm still trying to decide whether I have fame...or infamy.
Good luck on finals, and have a wonderful summer!
