Chemistry: The End of An Era

Our lab tables are as long as the room, leaving about 1.5 ft. of space for an individual to work. There is a carrel in the middle that divides the table in half, but there's no backing, so you can see the person on the other side.

It is said that people define spaces midst smaller spaces in their world for themselves. Earth is too big a concept. Less so, yet equally daunting is Asia or the India (which really does deserve its term 'subcontinent,' because dear GOD). Maharashtra is a little more bearable. Bombay is getting more comfortable. And Ville Parle Rd. Mahant Extension is a niche. This is why we like our rooms. They are a small cozy extensions we can identify with. If you just thought of the thing as a box made of concrete and dry wall, you would feel rather suffocated. You also now see why the Total Perspective Vortex would have the power to kill somebody.

And so, I always thought of my chemistry lab as a box, a four man work station. I completed something, an arrangement. A four leaf clover. There was Michael to my left, Grayden in front of me, and Shreya in front of Michael.

We never talked.

Chemistry lab is not about talking. You have three and a half hours to carry out your experiment. And you positively RUSH right through it, because no WAY is that enough time. At first I thought, "You must be joking. That's an obscene amount of time." But you really need it.
And oops, if you don't finish your experiment in time, you get a zero, well done. The only reason I vaguely remembered Grayden in front of me was his terrible luck in the first experiment.
( In which things are set on fire and crucibles are children )

Alan Grants of Tomorrow

I used to have scary dreams about dinosaurs chasing me all the time, but I haven't had them for a while. I got them again yesterday, which still freaked the hell out of me.
It was very strange. I remember a specific dinosaur chasing me that everybody was calling an allosaurus, but it definitely looked more like a Gasosaurus with its larger skull to neck ratio and wide nostrils and the way the skull was situated in relation to the rest of the body.
It seemed one of my main issues was finding a table where I could work. Since it was summer in my dream and school would start soon, my main concern was finding a place I could put all my schoolwork instead of moving every time a dinosaur came around. Instead of moving around to other places, like in my other dinosaur dreams, this one had us taking it for granted that dinosaurs were going to be around eating us, so we just stayed in one town and just lived with the fact that we would be in constant peril.
I was actually pretty clever in my dream and had situated my room on top of somebody's roof high off the ground. Downside was I had to climb up there, but whatever. I can live with that. It would suck when it rained and got cold, though, because I hadn't built any kind of overhead shelter yet.

Conclusion, fellow fanfic authors: don't stay up late writing Jurassic Park fanfiction

And stay away from that goddamned Spinosaurus!