Saturday, 3 September 2011

Bio Lab Diaries

The Bio Lab and I share a very intimate relationship; so intimate in fact that I keep getting thrown out after 10 mins inside it every single time. The teacher fears my entry and the Lab assistants keep the door open for me. Lets start with my 10th standard. The scene is my final Bio practical exam. By some evil idea of God's or Fate's, my practical exams always tend to before lunch. I had an experiment where I had to check how the absorption of water differed in raisins in different liquids. I was really hungry so I quickly finished the experiment and ate the raisins. The teacher comes around saying that she needs to check my results and I tell her I've eaten the raisins. She looks at me like I'm some freak of nature and I break into frantic persuations. I convince her to give me my marks but she warns me not to this in an exam ever again.
Circa 2010. In my 12th standard Bio Lab. We had a Botany class and had to identify the different infloresences (the type of flower from which) of many fruits. I enter the Lab and there before me are an array of different fruits, all cut in half!! I freaked out and went straight to the teacher and asked her if I could eat some of the specimens. This being one of the first few classes, she didn't know me too well and thought I was joking and said fine. An hour later, as the class is leaving she screams that the fruits have been eaten. I, being a very honest (ahem ahem!!) boy, said I ate them. She comes up to me and with fire from her nostrils asks me how and why I did it. To this question I gave her a simple answer,"Ma'am, I asked you if I could and you said it was fine." The teacher was dumbfounded. She just stared at me and asked me if I was real. I just said it was what I did and walked off. Another day, we had to make thin sections of the given plant stem and show it to her. Once again being before lunch, I ate the stem given and found to my delight, it tasted like beans. I went through 3 or 4 pieces before she became curious and asked me how come I wasn't getting it. I said that I had already finished my work and was eating the rest of the specimen. She once again stared at me with a half- angry, half-extremely amused expression. I just told her that I was hungry. She pleaded with me not to actually do this in the exam. Now, I've always had a problem following orders. So the exam didn't go too well for me. I showed up as usual to the lab and found that I had an apple for my infloresence question. The invigilator was very attentive so I couldn't actually eat the slice in fron to of her, but I couldn't resist! I took a bite and she must have heard the crunch. She pounced on me and yelled at me for eating the specimen, asking how the rest of the people would identify it. She warned me she would give me a zero iof I did it again. So I diligenbtly finished my work and waited until everyone was done. Before I left, I asked her,"Maám, now that the exam is over, can I eat the rest of the apple?". The look she gave me said it all so I quitely left the place.
Í am now an Arts student so no more labs. But I still wish I could go back to my old lab one more time. The fruits are calling me....   ;)

Çiao!!

7 comments:

  1. beleive me dude!!!!!! u n dat guy in the gen eng story must've been brothers in ur prev birth

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  2. I heard your art class is switching over to organic fruit based, fruits tasted paint... ;)

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  3. Lol XD, "The fruits are calling me..." Dude, you just made my day!! Everything you write is about something so simple and innocent and yet you make it unique and incredibly hilarious in your own nerdy way! (And yea, it IS a compliment) :)

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  4. Thanks Nam!!! Nice to know I made at least one person smile! :)

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  5. i remember you telling me....."however absurd...its all true"...!!! And omg really!!! I cant stop laughing!! Killer you are....amazing way of putting it across also..!! Hahaa..!! :D:D

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  6. I don't believe your guts! But I do believe your stomach!!

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