My Mistake

Okay. 

I got a public talking-to. 

By my professor. 

Seems I grabbed the wrong tube in my biology lab last night. We were mashing up hamburger, straining it off with water, and running tests on in. (Very gory and disgusting.) So we needed to set up a batch of test tubes. And even though he explained the differences between the expensive cuvettes (only for use in the spectrophotometers) and plain old test tubes (to be used for my meat juice,) and even though it was also in my lab write up, I still managed to go for the wrong tubes.

It was like I had kicked his dog.

True, I had just come off 72 hours prepping for his exam, so I may have only skimmed the pre-lab write up. And true, I was operating on very little sleep and a whole lotta caffeine and missed a detail, but come ON man. Throw a girl a bone. So I got meat juice in your cuvette!?  Nobody lost an eye. I didn't release anthrax out on the general public. And we all came out alive.

As it was, I went about my business, finished running my experiment, and am now performing a public service for all biology students who come after me.

Just so you'll know, and never repeat my grievous error...here's a photo that will demonstrate their obvious difference:

Hey...don't say I didn't warn ya.

But seriously folks, he was obviously having a bad day. Otherwise, I enjoy lab with this prof quite a bit. I'm sure I couldn't deal with college kids in five classes and not gnash my teeth at them periodically. 

Plus I'll need to grow a thicker skin. I am going into nursing. I am bound to encounter testy patients, families and medical personnel on a regular basis. And I'll need to learn to roll with it. And I'm going to need to keep my eye on the details!

And I will.