“Why?” I growled, again and again, trying so hard to ignore the unbearable stench from the thawed cow blood. Tears raced out of my eyes, rushed down like water pouring out of a collapsed dam. I sit on the ground, felt miserable and ready to give up. Desperation hit me like a moving train.
Why did I purpose this for my junior research project? I asked myself. I could have easily got away with a simple comparison of wood flooring. And yet, I was in a lab, wearing a dirty lab coat and tight nitrile gloves, crying with my hands covered in cold, stincky cow blood.
Why did I choose this? The answer is complicated but it starts when I was only 2 years old. I was not very strong as a baby and hospital is my second home. My mother was very anxious
Why did I purpose this for my junior research project? I asked myself. I could have easily got away with a simple comparison of wood flooring. And yet, I was in a lab, wearing a dirty lab coat and tight nitrile gloves, crying with my hands covered in cold, stincky cow blood.
Why did I choose this? The answer is complicated but it starts when I was only 2 years old. I was not very strong as a baby and hospital is my second home. My mother was very anxious