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As pre-allos, pre-osteos, and pre-dents, we know times can get rough, so I've decided to start this thread for whenever you can't retrosynthesize that stupid chemical, you can't remember that cursed biochemical structure, you're getting 1's across the board and a J on your writing sample on your MCAT diags, and gosh darn it you just can't take it anymore! Burned-out-premed, I give you my
😀 Totally Organic Experience 😀
Note: The following is my true story. I go to religious services on a regular basis, if you ever met me you would call me an ultra-prude, heck, I even got the Courtesy Award in 4th Grade...which makes this story even less believable
When I signed up for Organic Lab over the summer, I knew it was ruined. Luckily, there was a gorgeous blonde who was reason enough to go to lab. On a scale of 1-10, she was at least a 12. For the longest time my buddies and I didn't even know her name, to us she was "That really hot blonde girl in the other section!" There were two concurrent lab sections, and she was in the other one, but the two labs were linked by a small corridor...So anyway, the TAs instructed both sections to clean out their NMR tubes. The cleaning thing-of-a-ma-jig was conveniently set up right at my station. My TA demonstrated to my section how to clean out the tubes. The thing-of-a-ma-jig was like a giant filter flask with a straw-like thing sticking out from the stopper on top, and some tubing on the side to create a vacuum. (Basically you stick your NMR tubes down the straw, spray some acetone down the sides while moving your tubes around to get all the gunk out and then you take it out.) So all of the students had to come to my station to clean their tubes. Toward the end of class, the drop-dead gorgeous uber-hottie came to clean her tubes...
Gorgeous blonde: Hi...can you help me with this?
[instantly my sympathetic nervous system went into overdrive]
Me: Sure! Let me turn it on...(I turn on suction)
Gorgeous Blonde: Alright, how do I do this?
Me: Well, first you have to stick it in here (I point to the straw thingy)
Gorgeous Blonde: Stick it in here...like this?
[at this point I realized that my comment sounded suggestive, so I made a conscious effort NOT to sound suggestive. Thinks to self: "Okay Phil just explain it like your TA did."]
Me: Yeah, but squeeze some of this into it (points to acetone bottle)
["What the heck? That didn't sound right at all!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: Like this? (Squirts acetone down straw)
Me: Yes...that's right...but you might want to move it up and down
(my TA had pulled the NMR tubes in and out of the vacuum to get the whole thing clean..."What am I doing...She is so going to slap me!")
Gorgeous Blonde: Move it up and down like this? (grasps tube and moves it up and down a few times)
[Mesmerized by motions 😱 ]
Me: Yep, just like that...
["WTF?! What's with the Freudian slips?!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: (pulls out NMR tube) How's that?
Me: Yeah...that's good...
["Oh my gosh that sounded even worse!!!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: Fantastic! (Smiles and walks away)
Me:
Was I dreaming?! Didn't she realize what our conversation sounded like? Was she hitting on me? I asked all my fellow lab buds the following day and received the bad news: according to them, she was seeing someone 🙁 (Either that or they didn't want me to catch the big fish!) And to this day, I'm left haunted by the drop dead gorgeous blonde and my incredible organic experience with her that summer 😉
Please add your experience too!
😀 Totally Organic Experience 😀
Note: The following is my true story. I go to religious services on a regular basis, if you ever met me you would call me an ultra-prude, heck, I even got the Courtesy Award in 4th Grade...which makes this story even less believable
When I signed up for Organic Lab over the summer, I knew it was ruined. Luckily, there was a gorgeous blonde who was reason enough to go to lab. On a scale of 1-10, she was at least a 12. For the longest time my buddies and I didn't even know her name, to us she was "That really hot blonde girl in the other section!" There were two concurrent lab sections, and she was in the other one, but the two labs were linked by a small corridor...So anyway, the TAs instructed both sections to clean out their NMR tubes. The cleaning thing-of-a-ma-jig was conveniently set up right at my station. My TA demonstrated to my section how to clean out the tubes. The thing-of-a-ma-jig was like a giant filter flask with a straw-like thing sticking out from the stopper on top, and some tubing on the side to create a vacuum. (Basically you stick your NMR tubes down the straw, spray some acetone down the sides while moving your tubes around to get all the gunk out and then you take it out.) So all of the students had to come to my station to clean their tubes. Toward the end of class, the drop-dead gorgeous uber-hottie came to clean her tubes...
Gorgeous blonde: Hi...can you help me with this?
[instantly my sympathetic nervous system went into overdrive]
Me: Sure! Let me turn it on...(I turn on suction)
Gorgeous Blonde: Alright, how do I do this?
Me: Well, first you have to stick it in here (I point to the straw thingy)
Gorgeous Blonde: Stick it in here...like this?
[at this point I realized that my comment sounded suggestive, so I made a conscious effort NOT to sound suggestive. Thinks to self: "Okay Phil just explain it like your TA did."]
Me: Yeah, but squeeze some of this into it (points to acetone bottle)
["What the heck? That didn't sound right at all!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: Like this? (Squirts acetone down straw)
Me: Yes...that's right...but you might want to move it up and down
(my TA had pulled the NMR tubes in and out of the vacuum to get the whole thing clean..."What am I doing...She is so going to slap me!")
Gorgeous Blonde: Move it up and down like this? (grasps tube and moves it up and down a few times)
[Mesmerized by motions 😱 ]
Me: Yep, just like that...
["WTF?! What's with the Freudian slips?!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: (pulls out NMR tube) How's that?
Me: Yeah...that's good...
["Oh my gosh that sounded even worse!!!"]
Gorgeous Blonde: Fantastic! (Smiles and walks away)
Me:
Was I dreaming?! Didn't she realize what our conversation sounded like? Was she hitting on me? I asked all my fellow lab buds the following day and received the bad news: according to them, she was seeing someone 🙁 (Either that or they didn't want me to catch the big fish!) And to this day, I'm left haunted by the drop dead gorgeous blonde and my incredible organic experience with her that summer 😉
Please add your experience too!
