For all my happiness about my beloved sciences, as time goes by I realize that I am increasingly more dorky. This really isn't bad and on some level I am quite pleased but on another it makes me feel somewhat like an outcast when I think in terms of what most people would know or be able to do or say. For instance, in the lab mentioned in the previous post there was a solution I needed while messing with the wrong group number. It was 6M NH4C2H3O2. I look at this, point to a bottle, and ask the young lady next to me who shares chemicals with me: "Is that the 6 molar ammonium acetate?" This occurred with little thought. She understood me and replied that it was. Very effective communication amongst Bio majors. But still, it sort of disconcerting to realize you will be one of those few people who can actually read and understand processed food labels.
Self
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Chemistry Lab...
*Warning: Science Content* <-- I've always wanted to copy Mythbusters that way!
You know being a biology major has it's good points...and it's rather unpleasant points. (Unfortunately, my diction it a bit to close to Moon's frequent use of her overly large vocabulary). Typically it's great to know all these little things about chemical processes within biological actions. It makes it interesting to watch certain movies, slashers mostly. Sweeney Todd...
Back to what I was talking about. Some of the more unpleasant parts comes with inaccuracies presented as thorough fact. But one really annoying thing is chem lab. 4 chem classes are required here at University for BS bio majors. Today in lab, we had to do quantitative analysis of a solid. Basically we have determine what cations (positive ions) and anions (negative ions) are in a solid. For the cations, there are 3 different groups. If you get Group I there's no need to go on to test for Group II or Group III. I tested out of Group I. So I moved on to Group II. I managed to get a positive so I continue following about 22 steps including heating things for 4-5 minutes and centrifuging at least 10 times, until the end where the options were: a white solid or blue liquid. I had pale yellow liquid. My brain goes: Problem. So I go over to prof and he tells me that he wouldn't start over but he (the DOCTOR OF CHEMISTRY) doesn't really know what I should do. After relaying this wonderful information, he promptly turns to another student who needs help. He later informs me that having a false positive for my cation is completely normal considering that the concentrations of the solids was high. I think to myself: Wow, really could have used that info about 20 minutes ago.
All in all, after finding out that I didn't make so big a blunder, I did feel better but I have to finish the lab this week or after we get back from spring break. Apparently, 3hrs isn't enough time to freak out over bad results and finish a completely different portion of experiment. Who'd of guess it?
Done ranting now.
Self
You know being a biology major has it's good points...and it's rather unpleasant points. (Unfortunately, my diction it a bit to close to Moon's frequent use of her overly large vocabulary). Typically it's great to know all these little things about chemical processes within biological actions. It makes it interesting to watch certain movies, slashers mostly. Sweeney Todd...
Back to what I was talking about. Some of the more unpleasant parts comes with inaccuracies presented as thorough fact. But one really annoying thing is chem lab. 4 chem classes are required here at University for BS bio majors. Today in lab, we had to do quantitative analysis of a solid. Basically we have determine what cations (positive ions) and anions (negative ions) are in a solid. For the cations, there are 3 different groups. If you get Group I there's no need to go on to test for Group II or Group III. I tested out of Group I. So I moved on to Group II. I managed to get a positive so I continue following about 22 steps including heating things for 4-5 minutes and centrifuging at least 10 times, until the end where the options were: a white solid or blue liquid. I had pale yellow liquid. My brain goes: Problem. So I go over to prof and he tells me that he wouldn't start over but he (the DOCTOR OF CHEMISTRY) doesn't really know what I should do. After relaying this wonderful information, he promptly turns to another student who needs help. He later informs me that having a false positive for my cation is completely normal considering that the concentrations of the solids was high. I think to myself: Wow, really could have used that info about 20 minutes ago.
All in all, after finding out that I didn't make so big a blunder, I did feel better but I have to finish the lab this week or after we get back from spring break. Apparently, 3hrs isn't enough time to freak out over bad results and finish a completely different portion of experiment. Who'd of guess it?
Done ranting now.
Self
Sunday, March 23, 2008
My Moon
I realized after posting last night that I should really explain the reason that my dearly loved roommate is named Moon.
You could say it started when she discovered fan fiction, specifically Harry Potter fan fiction, which was in high school. At the time, of course, I was not living with her so I could not witness her obsessive habits for myself. I was only given the highly undetailed accounts of how late she stayed up on a certain night staring earnestly at a negative tinged screen to lessen the pain to her eyes. This I thought was assuredly uncommon. Boy was I wrong.
Upon picking a college, I managed to come to the same decision as her and ended up agreeing to be roommates. The first couple of days here at our very wonderful male-less college, we had no internat in the dorms as our wonderful campus technologies people were swampped with requests to connect laptops to the college network. Let's just say that my dearest Moon spent an amount of time in places that contained computers with internet access. I paid no attention, writing it off as a way to rid herself of bordom. Again I must say I was wrong. Very wrong.
Eventually, Moon did get the internet on her laptop (named lappy by the way) and she began to sit in front of it spending more time in the room instead of other buildings. I saw nothing wrong. Until we got started into the semester and I realized that she would read fan fics for hours then do homework into the late hours of the night and subsequently follow this in th mornings of complaints of little and/or poor sleep. Gee, I wonder why?
Anywho, since she would read at all times of day, night, and apocolyptic happenings, I noticed that upon entering the darkened room (we typically don't turn the light on unless necessary)after a shower her sleep ready birthday suit pajama clad self in all its glorious pastiness reflected the light of her fan fic ridden laptop quite well. My very dorky/nerdy/geeky brain automatically equated this reflection with the moon. Therefore, from that point on I began to call her Moon.
She really doesn't seem insulted by the name and general admits to being addicted to fan fiction. I guess this is good as I'd probably still say it when I get agitated. She does say I have a tendency to be violent when angry...hehe, sigh. oh well. It takes me a while to get angry and I haven't killed anyone yet.
Self
You could say it started when she discovered fan fiction, specifically Harry Potter fan fiction, which was in high school. At the time, of course, I was not living with her so I could not witness her obsessive habits for myself. I was only given the highly undetailed accounts of how late she stayed up on a certain night staring earnestly at a negative tinged screen to lessen the pain to her eyes. This I thought was assuredly uncommon. Boy was I wrong.
Upon picking a college, I managed to come to the same decision as her and ended up agreeing to be roommates. The first couple of days here at our very wonderful male-less college, we had no internat in the dorms as our wonderful campus technologies people were swampped with requests to connect laptops to the college network. Let's just say that my dearest Moon spent an amount of time in places that contained computers with internet access. I paid no attention, writing it off as a way to rid herself of bordom. Again I must say I was wrong. Very wrong.
Eventually, Moon did get the internet on her laptop (named lappy by the way) and she began to sit in front of it spending more time in the room instead of other buildings. I saw nothing wrong. Until we got started into the semester and I realized that she would read fan fics for hours then do homework into the late hours of the night and subsequently follow this in th mornings of complaints of little and/or poor sleep. Gee, I wonder why?
Anywho, since she would read at all times of day, night, and apocolyptic happenings, I noticed that upon entering the darkened room (we typically don't turn the light on unless necessary)after a shower her sleep ready birthday suit pajama clad self in all its glorious pastiness reflected the light of her fan fic ridden laptop quite well. My very dorky/nerdy/geeky brain automatically equated this reflection with the moon. Therefore, from that point on I began to call her Moon.
She really doesn't seem insulted by the name and general admits to being addicted to fan fiction. I guess this is good as I'd probably still say it when I get agitated. She does say I have a tendency to be violent when angry...hehe, sigh. oh well. It takes me a while to get angry and I haven't killed anyone yet.
Self
Saturday, March 22, 2008
How do I start...
You know, bloggers make this look easy...How on earth do you know what to write about? I think I may be putting to much thought into this much like I do with other things.
I guess I should start with a recourse of today's events but my day really wasn't all that interesting. When is it? Oh well.
Oh! Idea! My roomie's (Moon) mum has a blog and on one of her recent posts she discussed how she saw her beauty recently. It made me feel so happy and grateful for her. She really is a wonderful and great person. I wish I had sought to tell her this sooner and more often. But anyway, i myself have been dealing with some self-esteem issues and it uplifted me to here someone talk about themselves in such a positive light. I really needed that. It has given me the strength that I have been praying for. *ah-hem* excuse me: the strength for which I have been praying. (Moon and her incessant grammar corrections has begun to take affect on me). Moon's mum really is a blessing. I really should talk with someone about all of my little problems, but I'm too shy and lazy to do so. Oh well, I'll be fine in Christ no matter what happens! Yay! Monkeys! Hehe! ^_^
Self
(who feels much better about herself and has the courage and strength to tackle my problems! Woo!)
I guess I should start with a recourse of today's events but my day really wasn't all that interesting. When is it? Oh well.
Oh! Idea! My roomie's (Moon) mum has a blog and on one of her recent posts she discussed how she saw her beauty recently. It made me feel so happy and grateful for her. She really is a wonderful and great person. I wish I had sought to tell her this sooner and more often. But anyway, i myself have been dealing with some self-esteem issues and it uplifted me to here someone talk about themselves in such a positive light. I really needed that. It has given me the strength that I have been praying for. *ah-hem* excuse me: the strength for which I have been praying. (Moon and her incessant grammar corrections has begun to take affect on me). Moon's mum really is a blessing. I really should talk with someone about all of my little problems, but I'm too shy and lazy to do so. Oh well, I'll be fine in Christ no matter what happens! Yay! Monkeys! Hehe! ^_^
Self
(who feels much better about herself and has the courage and strength to tackle my problems! Woo!)
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