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Chemistry Session Backfired

Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase? It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs. One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles. a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task. As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too. Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum! At the hearth of this tale is a chemistry prep that was doomed from an innocent outset. It was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire. From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes, to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore. Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, a calamitous farce, they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink. For all my precision I seemed a right goof with this risible maximum brownie point fetish. My beautiful dreamer close comrade who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon at large. That accident-prone other pal would be every insurer’s worst nightmare. Nearby class mates could barely restrain widespread glee at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch. The poor teacher in charge had a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked. “I wonder what next can go wrong.” “Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.” This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.” After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made a ginormous grand gesture. “Put this jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.” “Write a one page report, say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.” “For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown up my whole group.” On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term. It seemingly fell on deaf ears. I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn. We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is! Posted ; 11th January 2022

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Date: 1/30/2022 12:51:00 PM
excellent ink, love the story and fab use of alliteration:-) many congrats on your win Howard:-) hugs Jan xx
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