Me OMW (on my way) to cut open the cancer treatment machine and put a pellet of cobalt 60 in my mouth:

(The professor did not specify the kind of lab and the kind of equipment)

In an undergrad electronics lab class, the TA suggested I put the function generator leads on my tongue, and play with the parameters. Obviously I know what an applied DC voltage "tastes" like, but he suggested AC, sweeping the frequency. Sure enough, above a certain frequency (want to say 10s to 100s of Hz?), I couldn't feel it at all.

Fun stuff.

One time, I was on a date and I was telling a story about a bossy graduate student. I said "And he didn't even have his PhD!" which didn't impress my date, who didn't even have her PhD.

I chose the dirty pipettes from the organic chemistry lab!

Maybe not the ethidium bromide equipment though.

I had both of these in A-level biology somehow. One week we were taught by the ex nurse who was constantly exasperated by us not knowing stuff like how coronary bypass surgeries are performed, and the next a former primary school teacher who would have us doing cutting and sticking exercises on ATP transfer or DNA sequencing. Neither particularly improved our understanding of biology.

My parents put me in tutoring and used to punish me for only being one class ahead in math. Did they maybe try to control my violent sister more or care that the other two were routinely calling me stupid? No, just punish me for being lazy.

Yo prof! Do I get to pick the equipment?