Science Lab

Science Lab When I thought back about my childhood,many vivid memories sprang to my mind.The most vivid memory that I had was about the time my hand was 'attacked' by a pair of scary pincers,and gave the birth of a long scar on my arm. I can still recall the event and the immense pain. It happened during Biology class.The Biology teacher,Mr.Jackson,set us an experiment about crabs on that day. He distributed a large container with three crabs in it to every group. Looking at my lab partners' faces made me giggle.They revealed a variety of emotions.Edward was grightened,Jane was shoked and started to complain and James was speechless. I can see their bodies shivering and I giggled again. I suppose I was indifferent among them as I felt so excited,so curious to feel the crab."Bless it."I exclaimed. Even my lab parteners' tightened faces were suddenly relaced and laughed. As Mr.Jackson commanded us to get started,without a second thought,I opened the glass container.I was gripped by fear and panic,but the curiosity to discovert the crab gave me some guts. Without thinking anymore,I inhaled deeply and reached for the crab. "OUCH!",I screamed as the crab held tight onto my fingers with its pincers. Mr.Jackson was so overwhelmed by the suddenness of the events that without warning he used a hammer to smash the crab. Gradually,the crab began to let go of my fingers. Then,pow! Accidently,Mr.Jackson missed the shot and broke the glass container. Words alone cannot explain the pain as the glass splinters were stuck in my arm. After that,everything went black! When I finally regained consciousness,I found myself lying on a hospital bed. The doctor beside me was working the glass out of my arm. Plink,plink,plink. He was like my miracle,in a minute,my arm was bandaged. The worst part was my mother...So,I guessed I was trapped in the Er,harassed by my mother's constant advice and concern. NO matter how many times I told that I was superbly fine,she continued to advise and ask the same question---"Are you alright?" "Are you listening to me?",someone was shaking me hard. "Oh,I'm sorry,dreaming." It was my mother again,scolding me for not being careful. I suppose I am some sort of accident-magnet person. -The EndSpecial Thanks to my English teacher,Mr Anderson. Thank You to essay reference books and novels that gave me all sorts of inspiration in the only language I loved---English.