Writing Exercise #3
Frick: A Campus Odyssey
(Chemistry Lab is the Root of All My Problems)
The End
Lab - Chemistry Building
In a panic, I flew down the steps from the second floor to the first and ran all the way back to the chemistry building. I texted my friend asking if she was done with her lab. The funny thing? The exact moment I texted her, she texted me asking if I was done. We synced up. Reached a flow state of communication, if you will. She called me to meet up, but I was already basically outside the building. I was so out of breath. When she handed me my calculator, I was joyfully reunited with the love of my life. I embraced it, silently promising never to let go again.
Lab - Chemistry Building
During lab, something white and backpack-shaped caught my eye. “Oh look!” I grabbed my friend Nathaly’s attention. “Somebody dropped an AirPod.” I pointed to the small corner of the room near where the TA kept her things. “Somebody must be really upset right now.” We laughed. We went back to lab. I didn’t think much of it.
Massry School of Business
I was exhausted, huffing and puffing as I made my way back to my spot at the Massry School of Business. Now, with my calculator in hand and AirPods in both ears, I could finally lock in. And the rest is history.
Massry School of Business
My hand reached into my AirPod-shaped backpack and pulled out my AirPods case. I opened it. I blinked. I blinked again. Inside the case was not a pair. It was a singular AirPod. Frick.
Lab - Chemistry Building
Oh, how I missed my calculator during those hours apart. (I kind of needed it during some calculations in lab.) Before lab began, I took my PPE out of my bag. My bag, by the way, was built like a really obese AirPod. The top pocket was stuffed with equipment; my lab coat was aggressively crammed into the bottom. Add to that my notebook, iPad, laptop (stolen from my dad), lunch, and assorted stationery because I had to study after lab. As I pulled my PPE out, a few things naturally fell to the ground. Frick. I scrambled to pick everything up, mildly embarrassed by my clumsiness. I should have known.
Massry School of Business
I walked back to Massry with a renewed appreciation for mathematical stability. I was also tired. So very tired. I settled back into my seat, took a deep breath, and prepared to lock in. Calculator in hand. Focused. Determined. As I chipped away at studying, I had the sudden urge to listen to a murder podcast. Naturally.
Lab - Chemistry Building
The lab room was hot. I hate lab. I hate how long it is. I hate the people in lab. And, apparently, they hate me too. The TA was stressed and yelling at everyone. I’m scared of her. But I’m also scared of getting a bad grade, so I ask her questions anyway (and apologise profusely after each one).
Massry School of Business
When lab finally ended, I walked to the Massry School of Business to start studying for the bazillion assessments I had that week. But something felt… off. I cracked open my chemistry problems, ready to grind, and then it hit me. I needed my beloved calculator. Frick.
Massry School of Business
And in that moment, my brain replayed the image of the singular AirPod on the lab floor. Oh. Frick. I had to walk all the way back to the chemistry building. Again. Frick.
Lab - Chemistry Building
I marched down the stairs, braved the cold once more, and ran back to the chem building. My lab room was at the very end of the hall. The door was locked. Frick. I walked to the connecting room and peered through the small window. I saw human life. Thank God. I knocked. A kind woman opened the door. I explained my situation, and she allowed me to continue on my rescue mission. I entered the lab. My eyes went straight to the corner. It wasn’t there.
Lab - Chemistry Building
My face flushed hot. Frick. Then my gaze drifted toward the heater near where I had last seen it. And there it was. I ran over, picked it up, whispered a heartfelt thank you to God Almighty, and walked out victorious.
Lab - Chemistry Building
While I was waiting for lab to begin (I’m always 30–40 minutes early because being early means I’m on time, being on time means I’m late, and being late means I’m dead), a friend from my POET class last semester met me in the hall. She had an in-lab lecture-content quiz. I am now taking the honours college version of chemistry, so I don’t have lecture-content quizzes anymore (thank God). She was panicking because she didn’t have her calculator. And I am, objectively, the sweetest person alive. So I said, “You can take my calculator.” This calculator is my baby. My pride and joy. I’ve had it for years and love it dearly. It has survived every math and science exam, countless falls from my nervous, sweaty hands, ugly juvenile stickers, and abuse from the other stationery in my book bag (because they all know who’s the favourite). But I am a very kind person. And seeing someone in distress, I decided to relinquish my calculator for approximately four hours.
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Writing Exercise #3
Frick: A Campus Odyssey
(Chemistry Lab is the Root of All My Problems)
The End
Lab - Chemistry Building
In a panic, I flew down the steps from the second floor to the first and ran all the way back to the chemistry building. I texted my friend asking if she was done with her lab. The funny thing? The exact moment I texted her, she texted me asking if I was done. We synced up. Reached a flow state of communication, if you will. She called me to meet up, but I was already basically outside the building. I was so out of breath. When she handed me my calculator, I was joyfully reunited with the love of my life. I embraced it, silently promising never to let go again.
Lab - Chemistry Building
During lab, something white and backpack-shaped caught my eye. “Oh look!” I grabbed my friend Nathaly’s attention. “Somebody dropped an AirPod.” I pointed to the small corner of the room near where the TA kept her things. “Somebody must be really upset right now.” We laughed. We went back to lab. I didn’t think much of it.
Massry School of Business
I was exhausted, huffing and puffing as I made my way back to my spot at the Massry School of Business. Now, with my calculator in hand and AirPods in both ears, I could finally lock in. And the rest is history.
Massry School of Business
My hand reached into my AirPod-shaped backpack and pulled out my AirPods case. I opened it. I blinked. I blinked again. Inside the case was not a pair. It was a singular AirPod. Frick.
Lab - Chemistry Building
Oh, how I missed my calculator during those hours apart. (I kind of needed it during some calculations in lab.) Before lab began, I took my PPE out of my bag. My bag, by the way, was built like a really obese AirPod. The top pocket was stuffed with equipment; my lab coat was aggressively crammed into the bottom. Add to that my notebook, iPad, laptop (stolen from my dad), lunch, and assorted stationery because I had to study after lab. As I pulled my PPE out, a few things naturally fell to the ground. Frick. I scrambled to pick everything up, mildly embarrassed by my clumsiness. I should have known.
Massry School of Business
I walked back to Massry with a renewed appreciation for mathematical stability. I was also tired. So very tired. I settled back into my seat, took a deep breath, and prepared to lock in. Calculator in hand. Focused. Determined. As I chipped away at studying, I had the sudden urge to listen to a murder podcast. Naturally.
Lab - Chemistry Building
The lab room was hot. I hate lab. I hate how long it is. I hate the people in lab. And, apparently, they hate me too. The TA was stressed and yelling at everyone. I’m scared of her. But I’m also scared of getting a bad grade, so I ask her questions anyway (and apologise profusely after each one).
Massry School of Business
When lab finally ended, I walked to the Massry School of Business to start studying for the bazillion assessments I had that week. But something felt… off. I cracked open my chemistry problems, ready to grind, and then it hit me. I needed my beloved calculator. Frick.
Massry School of Business
And in that moment, my brain replayed the image of the singular AirPod on the lab floor. Oh. Frick. I had to walk all the way back to the chemistry building. Again. Frick.
Lab - Chemistry Building
I marched down the stairs, braved the cold once more, and ran back to the chem building. My lab room was at the very end of the hall. The door was locked. Frick. I walked to the connecting room and peered through the small window. I saw human life. Thank God. I knocked. A kind woman opened the door. I explained my situation, and she allowed me to continue on my rescue mission. I entered the lab. My eyes went straight to the corner. It wasn’t there.
Lab - Chemistry Building
My face flushed hot. Frick. Then my gaze drifted toward the heater near where I had last seen it. And there it was. I ran over, picked it up, whispered a heartfelt thank you to God Almighty, and walked out victorious.
Lab - Chemistry Building
While I was waiting for lab to begin (I’m always 30–40 minutes early because being early means I’m on time, being on time means I’m late, and being late means I’m dead), a friend from my POET class last semester met me in the hall. She had an in-lab lecture-content quiz. I am now taking the honours college version of chemistry, so I don’t have lecture-content quizzes anymore (thank God). She was panicking because she didn’t have her calculator. And I am, objectively, the sweetest person alive. So I said, “You can take my calculator.” This calculator is my baby. My pride and joy. I’ve had it for years and love it dearly. It has survived every math and science exam, countless falls from my nervous, sweaty hands, ugly juvenile stickers, and abuse from the other stationery in my book bag (because they all know who’s the favourite). But I am a very kind person. And seeing someone in distress, I decided to relinquish my calculator for approximately four hours.