>>2018258I decide against it. My B's in science have been threatening to fall for a while, and as much of a chore as lab could be, it wasn't noneducational.
We file into our stations donning labcoats and safety goggles. Today was mostly practice writing chemical equations, while also performing the reactions. So it should mostly be mixing liquids together and writing down stuff.
I begin measuring floures...something... God these names are impossible. I notice the girl at the station next to me is still setting up. Her chemicals look a little different, her little pile of powder isn't as bright yellow as mine. I rationalize away some convincing reason why and grab my pipette. With one hand, I jot the first part of the equation, and fill a large beaker with a measured amount of the first liquid. Next I mix the powder in a small test tube with the second liquid, and pour it into the large beaker. Finally, I drop the catalyst into the mixture, and wait for the reaction.
Looking around, my classmates that have similarly progressed all have beakers with a mostly-clear solution, with a metallic rock bubbling at the bottom. Looking at my beaker... nothing. The liquid is more clear compared to everyone else's, and the rock isn't doing anything.
"Mr. Martins?" I ask, "I'm almost positive I did this right, can you help?"
He picks his feet up from off his desk to stand up, but ends up reclining in his chair instead. "Man, like, I dunno man. Just pour it out and try again. There's more stuff in the.. uh... the cabinet. Forgot the word for a second. Cabinet. Cab-in-et... funny word."
I pick up my beaker and walk over to the large sink. I run the tap, and then pour out the liquid.
