Please let me sleep...
Oct. 5th, 2006 17:40![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillMy biochem teacher really should not teach when she has a temperature of 102.
I really hope she's better at other times, because much as I hate to say it, Ole Mols -- the teacher at DVC where I wrote a letter to the Community College Board trying to get him fired -- did a better job of explaining how to use the Henderson-Hasselbach equation to discover the pH of a given acid or base. She mangled the explanation of the inflection point and how to figure out what you need to make a given buffer. This is on top of dropping minus signs on exponents.
I knew I was in for a bad time at the start when she gave us the problem "What is the pH if you add 0.2 moles NaOH to 0.1M CH3COOH?" (Where the hell is the volume? Oh, assume one liter. Right. Thanks.)
I was really, really not well when I got out of PlAnat lab -- cold, very tired, and depressed. Cold I could do something about; there's a little espresso bar on the ground floor of the Lab Sci building. Coffee plus chocolate plus heat restores my temperature, add in a little sugar and some milk for energy... sure.
The guy at the machine made me the best damn decaf mocha I've had in ten years. I haven't had a non-bitter mocha of perfect temperature (and decaf has a tendency to bitterness, too!) since I left the Seattle area. Nobody in Contra Costa county knows how to make one properly. I suspect I'll be frequenting that little coffee bar pretty regularly this quarter...
So that made me feel better. Biochem let out early, so I'm futzing around before I go to the co-op for dinner. Gotta go bond with potential new housemates and all that.
It's been a week. I need to come up tomorrow morning, early, to deal with all the bureaucracy, then I'll fix my bike and garden at the co-op. Downtime? Oh, right, that's these ten minutes right now...
I really hope she's better at other times, because much as I hate to say it, Ole Mols -- the teacher at DVC where I wrote a letter to the Community College Board trying to get him fired -- did a better job of explaining how to use the Henderson-Hasselbach equation to discover the pH of a given acid or base. She mangled the explanation of the inflection point and how to figure out what you need to make a given buffer. This is on top of dropping minus signs on exponents.
I knew I was in for a bad time at the start when she gave us the problem "What is the pH if you add 0.2 moles NaOH to 0.1M CH3COOH?" (Where the hell is the volume? Oh, assume one liter. Right. Thanks.)
I was really, really not well when I got out of PlAnat lab -- cold, very tired, and depressed. Cold I could do something about; there's a little espresso bar on the ground floor of the Lab Sci building. Coffee plus chocolate plus heat restores my temperature, add in a little sugar and some milk for energy... sure.
The guy at the machine made me the best damn decaf mocha I've had in ten years. I haven't had a non-bitter mocha of perfect temperature (and decaf has a tendency to bitterness, too!) since I left the Seattle area. Nobody in Contra Costa county knows how to make one properly. I suspect I'll be frequenting that little coffee bar pretty regularly this quarter...
So that made me feel better. Biochem let out early, so I'm futzing around before I go to the co-op for dinner. Gotta go bond with potential new housemates and all that.
It's been a week. I need to come up tomorrow morning, early, to deal with all the bureaucracy, then I'll fix my bike and garden at the co-op. Downtime? Oh, right, that's these ten minutes right now...
