Derp Monster and my first day of chemistry lab

Disclaimer! The Derpy has nothing to do with the post. But he has grabbed your attention, so my evil plan worked.

I once wanted to start a blog describing the daily things I do and hope that someone would actually read it. It turns out nobody cares when they got better things to do like Stumbleupon or Facebook or make their own blog about how boring their life is. Then I realized, nobody would actually read a blog that looks like this:

My psychology notes representing the wall of boring text

So one day, after an uneventful day at chemistry lab, I was inspired to make a great scientific progress in my blog idea. Add pictures! My brilliance put me in a moment of awe and self amazement which in turn made me get coffee, which only made me hyper and unable to think, which resulted in me wasting two hours on the internet reading forums, reading trolled Yahoo Answers and watching random YouTube videos that ranged from Lady Gaga to funny animals. I then forgot about my blog idea after spending a few weeks in a caffeine induced coma that got me to classes and back and playing computer games.

Then a few days ago, it was again resurrected, by no other than chemistry lab. We were working with dangerous chemicals to see what color they changed to if we added some acid, when in the middle of mixing something acidic with something even more acidic, I had an epiphany. Fortunately I was in lab this time and was unable to get coffee so instead afterwards I went home and began to contemplate the blog and that's how my epic adventure began.

One day, I had chemistry lab. I actually had it every week, but this was my first lab, so my expectations were high.

After all, college chem lab meant we would be dealing with dangerous and explosive chemicals that held the key to life, the universe, and everything. The lab instructor started talking. "Today we will start a basic lab. You will need your safety glasses." Safety glasses, OK, everyone wears safety glasses. "In this lab we will be counting marbles and corn kernels. They will represent atoms and molecules. Remember your safety glasses."

Suddenly my expectations were taking a dive off a cliff into the sea of disappointment. How could this be? Where were the dangerous chemicals waiting to be experimented on? And why do we have to wear safety glasses to count corn? Was the corn explosive? Were the marbles really tiny glass grenades waiting to embed glass shards in our eyes? But I knew the truth. There was no hope for chemistry.

My hopes were ruined and I set to count corn kernels and marbles. However, there was one problem, the safety glasses.