Whoever says that chemistry labs are boring should be shot

29/3/07
I broke a beaker that morning. It was annoying, really; I had hoped to commence work swiftly, but had ended up delaying myself. Never mind, I a quick visit to Kim's office got me a replacement beaker to work with.

Merrily, I began brewing my concoction. The object of the day was to transform diphenyl ketone into an alcohol, using sodium borohydride.

Top: Diphenyl ketone, a constituent of synthetic perfume
Bottom: Sodium borohydride, a product of the USA's nuclear bomb endeavours

10 minutes was the prescribed time for heating. My concoction sat on a gauze mat, which sat on a tripod, which straddled the Bunsen burner. Kinda like the setup on the left (image from www.raystorey lighting.com), except that my flask had a condenser attached, and was sitting in a beaker of water.

Being a perfectionist, I noticed (while the mixture was happily bubbling away) that the said beaker was off-centre! And being a perfectionist, I thought it best to shift the beaker to the middle of the tripod platform. Don't want to risk having the whole thing topple over, y'know? Safety first!

Of course, I realized that the beaker of water -- having been heated for 5 minutes -- would be rather hot. It would be rather silly to move it with my hand, as I would get burnt! No, no, that would be a dumb thing to do. So how should I proceed...? Ah, I know. The friction between the beaker base and the gauze mat should be useful!

Why would I need friction, you ask? Well, it's quite simple. My plan was to move my beaker via indirect means. First, think of a dinner table: If you pull the tablecloth towards yourself, friction will bring all the other items on the table (plates, cutlery, et cetera) along as well. So, applying the same concept to my scenario, what would happen when I move the gauze mat?

Answer: Cooked flesh.

The criss-crosses were white at first -- the same shade as minced chicken meat which has been heated in the wok long enough

No matter, such incidents are of no major setback! Undeterred, I proceeded to isolate and purify my alcohol.

The satisfying part of these lab sessions is watching my crystals form. Elegant, white crystals!

The dissatisfying part, however, is losing some of these crystals due to the difficulty of transferring them from the filter into the sample container. After much scraping, tapping, and wiping the filter paper, my sample tube was filled. Some alcohol crystals were left the spatula, and others had gotten onto the bench and my fingers. No matter. Almost done! All I need to do now was to weigh it, calculate the yield, and answer some lab book questions. Nothing to it.

It was around this time when my right eye started itching.

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Now, you might be thinking that the itch was due to chemicals that got into my eye. I assure you, this wasn't the case. I know this, because I was following safety procedures and had safety goggles on! The goggles did nothing to help my itch though. Instead, they blocking access to my eye... grr... Must! Relieve! ITCH!

I lifted the goggles to get to the accursed itch. *Rub rub rub*... Ahh, that feels better...

Wikipedia: "Diphenylmethanol is an irritant to the eyes"

...IT BURNS!!!

Where's the eyewash? Wherestheeyewash wherestheeyewash wherestheeyewash?!! In the corner of the room! Ahhh!

Sorry! Coming through! *weaves through people*

There it is! Quick, place my eyes over the faucet... TURN TAP!

(Powerful jets of water shoot out)

OWWWW!

...Have you ever wondered what it's like to have your eyeballs punched by miniature fists? No? Well if you ever do, all you need to do is use an eyewash on full blast. (oh yeah, eyewash image from www.uwm.edu, by the way)

Well, at least that's over. Having flushed my eyes as well as I could, I finished my final bits of writeup, handed in my notebook, removed my multi-coloured lab coat and stepped outside the doorway.

Time for lunch.

End note
Sze Howe is fine now. The grieving for the broken beaker has been completed, his fingers have regrown new skin, and his eyes have fully recovered from all chemical and physical injuries.

He has done well in chemistry this year, and is looking forward to completing his pharmacology major despite the prospect of future misadventures in chem labs.

Decisions regarding the microbial realm

Drugs help you by doing funny things inside your body, which is why I'm generally wary of them. Especially antibiotics. And yet, I've decided to major in Pharmacology (ah, the irony). I'd rather let my body fight the bugs without sending in chemical reinforcements, unless I become immobilized and feel utterly crap lah, in which case I'd guai guai visit our medicine box.

One thing we need to consider though, is that being a stubborn git and shunning the doctor results in longer periods of contagiousness. Infecting others is NOT a cool thing to do, so that means... we have the obligation to pump our bodies with medicinal concoctions to protect those around us. It's off to the doc for me, I guess! *cough cough cough*

My car is making funny noises...

...after my first time driving it around -- at my school's carpark -- this morning. Oh dear. :-/

Mom got a hug for teaching me. Hee. xD

Why we should never miss a lecture

If we miss a lecture, we might miss an announcement that informs us that there are no lectures next week. If that happens, we will find ourselves sitting in a relatively-empty lecture hall, and the only other people around will be those who also missed the last lecture like we did.

Oh wow... we've finished all chemistry lectures this semester... @_@ Exams in 2 weeks, eek!

40 minutes till biology lecture starts.

Are children safe anymore?

Y'know, there are times when the lamentations of the older generation, describing safe neighbourhoods where kids do not vanish due to sinister hooded figures, are really appealing. All who think that encouraging kids to "Go outside and play!" is a stupid and irresponsible thing to do, say 'aye'!

Well, Longford Place is still alright... my neighbours are out on the road all the time, playing cricket, footy, and other things that boys do, without their parents worrying about abduction. But then, kids like Madeleine McCann aren't as fortunate. What are we to do...?

What are you supposed to think when come home, expecting your brother to be glued to the TV, but are instead greeted by an empty, eerily quiet house? Trying to convince my friend that her brother was safe didn't work when I wasn't convinced myself. :-/ The fact that both of us were familiar with the way horror movies worked was of no help either. Mental images of bloodied bodies stuffed under beds or limp corpses plopping out of cupboards suddenly became scarily realistic.

Anyone ever felt helpless panic? Or hysterical relief? I think both of us did today. The latter came when a father's reprimanding voice was heard in the background, demanding to know where his son had been hiding. It soon became harder to continue our phone conversation as the air was filled with the sounds of a blissfully-ignorant boy banging away on the drum set.

Little brothers.

Gah.

Update - 28/5/07, 10.37am
For those who don't like cryptic writings, head to Zaneta's blog for a more direct narrative.