The bane of my Wednesday

It is my strong suspicion that lab reports were designed for one of two purposes: A) to incite suicidal tendencies in the poor students forced to write them; or B) to rapidly produce entire generations of students who abhor science.

Never mind that the lectures might actually be fascinating - or at least vaguely interesting - and certainly applicable to everyday life. The misery of the lab report shrouds the entire experience in a general unpleasantness, in turn doing the opposite of what requisite science classes have set out to do: rather than generating interest or encouraging students to further pursue such a useful field, they are instead found running as quickly as possible in the opposite direction at the mere mention of the S-word.

And don't you dare speak that 9-lettered abomination.


f'-ing L*b R#p&t...