by: Low quality
Lab day, oh how fun.
To be suited up in goggles that smelled of rotten fish. Wearing black gloves that were skintight and cutting up beets to place in bleach. Bleach filled the classroom with its sterile smell. Volume and surface area flooded my research report while we squished the excess beet pieces into juice.
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The magenta pigment stained the desks and the placemat. Oh, how I wondered what that stain would look like on skin; on clothes, would my mother be furious? The fishy plastic smell hit me hard, and I was careful not to breathe in too heavily, almost sounding congested in the process.
Was anything really measured? — No, the experiment failed.
Did we see osmosis or diffusion take place? — No.
Did we have fun, nonetheless? — Yes!
Oh, how I hope for another lab day to come soon.
