Anywhiles, the title: I spent Wednesday getting my Solid Snake on. (Yes, that sounds dirty. No, it's not meant to be. It just sounds cooler that way.) One of my reporters for Life Science couldn't get an exemption from their lab, and me being the producer of awesomeness that I am, I did the producerly thing to do, and produced a solution for my team.
Well, actually, he came up with the solution, and I just went along with it. BUT! By agreeing with his solution, I was instrumental in actually producing the outcome.
[Yes, I have developed a liking for any and all forms of the word 'produce.' Anywho!]
So, I had to gather all my espionage skills and come in as my reporter for one of his Physiology labs. *throws Pokéball* Go, bullet points!
- I had to meet with him on Tuesday to get his lab coat and such. Lab coats actually look pretty cool; they make you look all professional and knowledgeable and awesome. Note to self: consider Medicine, or any other profession that involves a lab coat.
- I called him beforehand just to get a last-minute check on details. Basically, I was supposed to rock up, chill for a couple of hours doing my own thing, and then get his name and book marked off before I left. Also, he assured me that the possibility of a quiz was Hilary Duff-slim, and leaving early wouldn't be a problem. And that he was pretty sure it wouldn't be a group experiment; in the off chance that it was, he told me to feign sickness and/or fatigue.
- The first thing I heard as soon as the lab started?
"Everybody, put your books away, we have a quiz."
Luckily, he'd sent me his student number and such beforehand. I pulled an awesome all over his quiz, and randomly answered the True or False questions as best as Physiologically possible. BALLING! Oh, and too much spelling his name right on the sheet. Very nice, how much? - I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, and stuck to some random corner editing my Psych work. Unfortunately, it WAS a group experiment. I still kept on doing my own thing; everytime the supervisor would get too close, I'd just cover my work with the lab book and pretend I knew what was going on. The rest of the group was cool enough to just leave me be, so that wasn't a problem.
- The class was actually kind of interesting, but that might just be 'cause I didn't have to do any work. It involved something about toads and muscles and nerves. Coolest thing: being able to see a toad's actual leg muscle, and seeing it twitch when shocked.
- After a couple of hours, I was just about ready to leave. I tried getting my name marked off early, but the supervisor kept trying to discourage me from leaving. I assured her I'd "catch up" and that I "needed" to leave because I had an "important appointment." Roughly translated, "catch up" means "do other things," "needed" means "itching to get the hell out of there" and "important appointment" means "Stats lecture that already started." So I didn't really lie THAT much.
- Mission successful: I got both his name and book marked off. Luckily enough, they didn't even check to see if I did any work. Which is good, 'cause they would've found pages upon pages of BLANK. That's how I roll, MANG. I rendezvous-ed back with my friend to give him back his stuff, and the plan went off without a hitch. Oarsome. I'm now seriously considering becoming some sort of unstoppable super spy, what with my brilliant espionage skills and all.
- "It's super effective! Bullet points fainted! Trainer MARTY has been defeated!"
Oh, not enough time on my hands to bludge. Too much putting my spare time to good use. I'm excited for next week: week 8 - Psych labs = 3 day week. Also, no Psych labs means I finish at 3PM instead of 6PM on Thursday. BALLING! Anyways, later days!
- marty..
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