5 December 2013 § 1 Comment
The final examination for quant lab is tomorrow, and a quick check of the syllabus—meant to provide reassurance that a grade less than stellar might not sabotage the semester’s work—rather instilled fright, as I found a note about sizable grade deductions for “frequent demonstrations of being lost”. As I spent much of every lab period wandering round the lab—with a graduated cylinder; looking for reagents; finding pieces of glassware that my black hole of a drawer always seemed to consume; running away from the electrodes; staring at the spectrophotometer in confusion; seeking the instructor to ask why my solutions resembled mud once again—this is grave news.
Of course, I could actually do well on the exam, which may involve simply quoting my analytical chemistry book for the class. Its aphorisms include the following:
“Silver ion titrations are nice.” The author of the book exhibits excitement about such activities, but I would say it in the same tone of voice used to respond to someone I meet who gushes about a societal inanity.
“Rather than solving the equation, we hope and pray.” This is the manner in which I approach everything in physics, as well, so it is a versatile philosophy.
NB Quotation marks.