Work experience. My Discovery Week. You’ll have to wait for tales of brick-carrying, gelato-slurping and kid-bullying.

It was decided that I would be working in a chemistry lab as a lab technician/assistant. I’m not sure what gave me the idea in the first place but, well, it happened. There wasn’t really very much to do at times, which is why there are noticeable gaps in my work experience report, but I’ve covertly filled in with things the actual technicians were doing (‘observing’) so it’s all right. But no matter, this gave me a perfect opportunity to take photos. I even have one of myself … but I’m not about to give it away just like that.

Photographs under the cut.

The office. I swear I didn’t take this photograph back at school…

And, on the other side, the marvelous, inspirational view from my desk!

Their classrooms are so much larger than ours. And look, a whole crate of Burette clamps … I’m almost jealous.

Really funky wooden test-tube holders. I’m missing a photo of them in action, but you probably don’t share the same fascination with them as I do. All is well.

If you were expecting anything to spontaneously combust immediately after opening that cupboard, prepare to be sorely disappointed. Halogens. Psh.

Swarm.

Oh yeah, did I mention this was an all-boys’ school?

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Remember: what has been seen, cannot be unseen.

(but they’re kind of cool, in a totally twisted way.)

And perhaps the most graphic of all:

You have no idea how much this irritated me. Every. Single. Day.

I also took a photo of a van with an old lady at the wheel. The radio was blasting death metal, so I thought it’d be cool to take a photo of it. I’m still not sure why I did that.