Revenge is Best Served Cold

I’ve learned that people either stand out in class, mostly because they are supremely irritating, or they simply fade into the masses that first year lectures are made up of. There was a particular male from first year “killer” chem that my friends and I remember very distinctly. He was the biggest suck up/know-it-all of all time. No modesty here! He was one of those who always sat front row centre, had no social skills, and inevitably had his hand up to answer every question posed by the prof.

Around the middle of the semester, we received our midterm marks. The average was rather low, but the prof mentioned that a few people in the class were awarded marks of 100%. My friend turns to me, gestures at "Mr. Chemistry" and says “you know that face that babies make when they crap their pants?” I look over and there he is with the goofiest grin on his face. As if we couldn't have guessed who got the perfect mark?

Well, in second year, I took Analytic Chemistry (fondly referred to as Anal Chem). This class was super intense and the majority of our final marks were determined from the precision of our laboratory work. During one particular lab, we were carrying out titrations. Since accuracy in measuring titrations depends on detection of subtle colour changes, “Mr. Chemistry” let his colour-blindness affliction be known. The TA simply told him to ask for help from some fellow classmates.

Oh we helped all right. Helped the titration go way past the correct volume for the end-point. Experiment ruined. Oh well, begin again.