True Love

Here's to you, my 89,
Because when I ask you for the cosine
of pi over six, you answer to me
it is one half the square root of three
Oh how I love thee, my dear 89.

And though David G. Myers*
may make my knees weaker,
I hope one day soon he retires,
for he mistook a flask for a beaker.
But you will never lie to me, my dear 89.

No one can derive like you
I ask d of 2x comma x, you say two,
and I know it is true.
For you, every function I will define,
because you are my dear 89.

I am the only one who can appreciate
the magic you do when you integrate.
And when I work up the nerve
to ask for the area under the curve,
your answers help me pass, my dear 89.

---
*Author of Psychology, 7th ed. (2003), AKA the best textbook ever.

Chemicals should not be stored in plastic sandwich bags

But we do it anyway.


That is definitely not a properly graduated Erlenmeyer flask, but that's okay. You shouldn't be using an Erlenmeyer to measure things. Certainly not to make solutions. They are great fun for swirling, however. The 50 mL ones make me smile. (All 50 mL flasks and beakers make me smile.)

Floating in the Ether

I never thought organic chemistry could cause such euphoria. I'm actually glad I had no clue what I was doing. I'm glad I didn't wear latex gloves. I'm glad I got negative yield.

It was totally worth it. All of it. Today I had the best psychology class I ever will. Seriously, it was so unreasonably fun.

Too bad by the time physics rolled around I felt like vomiting. That was most likely due to other reasons, though.