Thread: Wish me luck lads, I'm going back in

I have Organic lab at 9:00 am.

I'm a bit nervous. Last lab Prof went on a rampage. Dunno why exactly, several theories exist ranging from a fight at home to anger that we did so poorly on the last Exam.

That morning I was in the restroom at school, bright and early, washing my face like I always do, when the Prof walked in. He saw me and went, "oh", or "grrrr" or something to that effect, and I got the distinct feeling that for some reason he was very disappointed that I was early, I didn't know why, but I also had the feeling he was peaved so I said, Good Morning Sir, and skedaddled. (I've been employed as a walking target since the start of the semester, and I've found avoidance to be a good countermeasure for students employed as walking targets to employ themselves)

So off to lab I went, it was early, lab hadn't started, prof was still in the restroom, we were all standing in the back of the lab, I was sipping a cuppa joe, trying to down it all before lab started.

Prof came in, looking around all beady eyed, saw me, my coffee, said, "GET THAT COFFEE OUT OF HERE" I said, yes sir, right sir, and got the coffee out of there.

It was then that I became fully aware, yes, someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. He was .

So I sat down, put on my invisibility cloak, and tried to breath only as was necessary. I had the feeling that should I breath out of time, or perhaps breath at all, I'd be thrown out.

He started into procedure, then paused and locked the doors. I though, oh dear, I hope he doesn't pull a gnat out next. He finished procedure.

Someone appeared at the door, knock knock, let me in. Prof is behind me a ways, I'm like, negative comrade, no can do, save yourself, run! I turn around, Prof is making the grrr face and shaking his head back and forth. I look back and see a very puzzled amigo mouthing, is he serious, whats going on? Yes, he's serious, vamoose.

My lab partner was not there, and obviously wasn't going to be there, so I piped up and said, sir, please sir, might Jenifer and I work together as our lab partners are not here today? Grrr said the prof, no, you can do this by yourself.

So says I, righto sir, we will do this alone sir, sounds good to me sir.

PUT YOUR GOGGLES ON, said the prof, who incidentally didn't have his on either.

Lab mate to the left said, I left mine in the car sir, may I use a spare set sir?

Lab mate to the left got tossed out the door. Prof never knew how close he came to being kung foo'ed, Lab mate to the left was a ninja you see.

Prof at this point still wasn't wearing his goggles. No one pointed this out though, not even the ninja on his way out the door.

I was cool, calm, and collected, although my hands were shaking a bit, not because i was scared or anything, its just a hangover from childhood, my dad was a psyco and when I'm around people on rampages I get the shakes. I almost walked out, I can't stand being around people who are acting nuts like that, but my grade was on the line so I stayed. It was interesting though, mixing chemical with shaky hands, I spilled a bit of acid on the counter and myself, that was fun.

I was getting a bit peaved myself, I almost let him have it a few times, but I restrained myself, though I wanted to pull him in the corner and say, look here buddy, if you need to pull it together and get yourself under control, cancel lab, go take a breather, take care of whatever is riding your gullet, but don't take it out on us or end up doing something you regret later. I didn't though, I just smiled a lot and acted all cheery.

By the end of lab he was mostly calmed down. Great, good for him, glad we could help and thank you for making lab hell.

Found out later that day my lab partner had dropped out. It all was too much, he's sitting the year out and is going to apply to a different college next fall.

Great guy, always chipper and upbeat, just a great guy all around. Trying to work full time and go to school full time though and it just all got to him, crazy professors don't help that any either.

We were going to finish out and graduate together next semester. I'm just really bummed out right now. I've got to face Physic II and Stat alone now and try to finish out organic by myself as well. I don't know, the organic prof is really getting to me, I don't even want to go to class, you never know what mood he'll be in. Some days he's the greatest, some days he's a complete @. I've given up on asking for help with problems, I can't take the flip siding.

So many people that I started school with are gone, couldn't take it, decided not to take it, couldn't afford it, etc. It's kind of depressing, I don't know anyone from my gen ed classes who's still around. I'm the only one, I feel like the last dodo bird. It's a kind of sad lonely feeling.

I suppose there's only one thing to do.

I'll have to find a super hot lab partner to replace him with. (:

All joking aside though, I'm feeling really disenchanted with everything at the moment.