Otaru Testimony
Sweaty, tired and irritated he trudged to his room. Like a teenager impaired by hangover he collapsed exhaustedly on the bed. The adverse effects of carrying out three successive practicals began manifesting.
However, an overwhelming pang of guilt forced his slumberous eyes open. Sleep, not now.
There was the small issue of writing the practical report and by the time he began, it was less than four hours to midnight as cooking had consumed a considerable amount of his time. Furthermore, he was yet to complete his designated three hours of reading for the day.
As he ate, the brutal chastising from the lab attendant earlier, inhibited the food's journey. He'd broken an apparatus. It wasn't really his fault. He'd tried really hard to stay awake. One moment the pipette was in his hands then, he blinked and found himself staring at the smashed pipette on the floor.
He turned to his laptop for solution and began typing.
"To the Dean Faculty of Pharmacy. After careful consideration, I wish to transfer out of the Faculty....."
Comments
Post a Comment