Friday, August 12, 2011

"I love the smell of agar in the morning."

When I was in the sixth grade, my aunt , who is a scientist, brought over a prepared frog which we dissected together. The activity of that one afternoon sealed the goal of my formal education.

The girls don't share my love of agar. In setting up the two plates for the last experiment in their genetics kit I thought they would mutiny.

It's interesting to note the similarity and differences between us.

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