The beauty of science
I originally studied science and first studied chemistry. I did not learn badly, I understand all the things the teacher said. Chemistry is not enough to understand, but also to do experiments, and I can not do experiments. With the pipette to move liquid, others are using rubber balls to suck liquid, I always use the mouth to suck - I know that the pipette can not be sucked with the mouth, but the rubber ball often can not find - suck other okay, once I actually went to suck concentrated ammonia, as if sucked into the old can of urine. After that, I lost my voice for half a month. When I did my thesis, I did an extraction experiment, and the flask contained a large bottle of chloroform, which was boiling and should not have run out, but my device was leaking, and it leaked all in a while. When it leaked, I went to get a new one, and the new one leaked again. In one week I leaked five bottles of chloroform, and at least half of what I leaked was sucked in. This stuff is a kind of narcotic, I sucked in enough chloroform to drunkenly kill ten pythons. Strange to say, I actually stood still, just a little dazed. In this case, I also made the experiment, proving that I did quite well in chemistry class. But my teacher and classmates agreed that I was not fit to do chemistry. This was especially true of the students I was experimenting with in the same lab, who also inhaled some chloroform, nowhere near as much as I did, and complained of dizziness. They also called me the enemy of the people in the lab. I thought the same thing myself: if I continued to do chemistry, it wouldn't matter if I poisoned myself, but it would be bad if I poisoned my colleagues. I was always attracted to this science: there were many girls studying chemistry, and many of them were beautiful.