And so, the very last physics lab session ended yesterday at 12.00 pm sharp, with muttered curses here abound as the vulture-like invigilators snatched up our papers (and half-written answers for some) with that 'Too Late' glare.
And what happened before that?A graph, haphazardly drawn.
Shit. Wrong axis!!! Numerous messy cancellations that resulted in a less-than-perfect table, frantic whispers and girraffe-necks came in handy as the vultures turned their backs. Answers copied, modified; and then copied again when a convenient flip and push of the person-next-to you's answer booklet ensued.
Remember the panic; the egging frustration,
Recall the hopeless agigation of seemingly-veritable 'tips' as they splashed across our mobile screens at 11.51 pm just when you've turned the last page of your pratical book for the night.
Revive the way the electric sparks danced of the copper wire as you tried- in vain to clip the lower portion of it- and received a stinging smart on the finger as a reward.
Ah, the very last practical exam of the year ended with a doubtful question mark, no doubt. But the incompetence of it all; the obvious knowing glances at each other, the splintered biurets and conical flasks, the devious schemes and ploys of cheating(wink 25 times for 25cubic cm, ya?) and slicing of pungent shrivelled onions on dirty white tiles we will miss.
To Jen, the best lab exam partner ever: A toast to our helpless, hapless ineptitude, may they last no longer!!!
a pic taken waaaay back in May, before the futsal game with the boys.
P.S.: I think the chem lab assistant likes girls.
Or maybe evil midgets *perasan* I've broken, like, one filter funnel, and two test tubes and he still hasn't charged me anything. Oh wait, I think he does that to the guys too. Cheh.
