Dear Mr. , I mean Professor Erden, we don't have time to make our lab reports immaculate, elsevierian templates of intellectual glory. while working on the old one, I already have the new one to start. I am a bit baffled by your expectations, but am glad your challenging us. and I'm not glad that I sometimes feel like my dad. what a sad thing it is to sound like a go-getting finao(failure is not an option) dad. that ruined my mood.
I have to mention one thing. In lab today, which was a bit tedious.. well, there have always been these two kind of homely looking asian girls, and all they did was talk to each to each other in Chinese and do things together. They were a little cold to everyone else in lab. Today, I saw they had put their sample in the beaker, as you were supposed to, but I noticed a red color,
"wo, what's that, yours changed color?"
"no , it was a graduated cylinder, "
"yeah right, wow, look at that red, that is amazing"
at this she burst out laughing, her asian partner didn't knwo what was wrong with her she just looked at her and then at me, with an expression, "what did you do to her?", you wily magician."
It actually was kind of funny because it wa a graduated cylinder with a red bottom, as is common, and it was just sitting in the ice bath, it actually was the most unamazing thing, but a fool could easily just look and see a red color, and stupidly think that it was the new years extravaganza of color chemistry. man am I a fool, an international fool.
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