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(Was digging through old messages on Slack and found these pics I sent to myself 2 years ago).
Please enjoy my collection of “overly honest methods” in science that were supposedly curated from a Twitter hashtag ;D
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virtuosicstudyblr · 1 year
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I promise I’m still alive, just busy with the biology lab course 🌱🌾🌸
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elenstudiesbiomed · 2 months
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Final semester before graduation… Amazing how time flies ⏳
My internship at the hospital starts next week and I couldn’t be more excited 🥼🤩
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Sorry for lack of posts. 3 classes and a lab and work have me busy all the time. Here's a leptothecate slide and a cool sponge for yall
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equinesandeducation · 2 months
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Oatmeal prep for the week for the boyfriend and I, and a uni day spent at the lab! Working with bacteria cultures and checking antibiotic sensitivity 🧫👩‍🔬
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can-we-die-now · 4 months
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hell is other people
hell is a physics lab where you get a migraine squinting at tiny images on mirrors, stab yourself in the eye with a travelling microscope and have a one in ten chance of getting a working galvanometer or voltmeter
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skeletonstudies · 1 year
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I’m working on my physics lab report here! Writing it up and adding the diagrams. I’m ngl, this is probably my least favourite part about physics. They take so long to write and the marking is always so pedantic. If I forget to write units in 1 place I’ll lose like 10% of the grade :( But I’m trying to stay productive and motivated nonetheless. Im proud of myself since I got almost half of it done today!
(April 10th 2023)
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ibchemist · 4 months
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My friends: we should do perfumes for fun
Me, who had to go for a full week to the lab to produce 20ml of perfume
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academiario · 2 years
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chemistry lab (fall semester of sophomore year)
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thelivingautomaton · 6 months
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the predoctoral fellowship i resubmitted in the fall not only didn't get funded, but in fact got even worse reviews than the first submission, except literally all of the reviewers' critiques were unrelated to the actual scientific merit or value of the work i was proposing. anyway i am feeling very poorly and very stupid today and hate everybody and everything, &c
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“How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
Maybe he wouldn't pick up this time, she tries to tell herself. Maybe it would just go to voicemail. And then they could pretend that she never called.
Except he wouldn't, probably. Pretend that is. But she'd hold on to her dignity, maybe enough that the next time she saw him, saw that horrible smile on his face, she could meet his eyes for long enough to get through the lecture. Get through the three hours of supervising the undergraduate lab section. Get through the door.
She doesn't want him to pick up. Not when it's two a.m. Again. Not when she's still half drunk, and she can't see the stars beyond the storm clouds on the roof that Darcy left her on somewhere between her second and fourth wine cooler.
She didn't even want to go with Darcy anyway. She's not sure why she did, but the music that she can still somewhat hear from across the quad is starting to give her a headache.
Or maybe it's the long, drawn out seconds between the first ring and the third, or now the fourth. She could just hang up. She could.
But she's not going to. Not until she gets his voicemail.
Because...
Because it's been a crappy night. Because her piece of junk computer crashed while she was mid-compiling.
Because doing her postdoc when she's barely older than most of the seniors has never endeared her to anyone, her weirdly outgoing roommate excepted.
The call connects.
"It's 2:37, Foster."
So much for the small mercies of his voicemail.
The comically put-upon sigh helps dampen the nauseous feeling in her stomach though. She's mostly pretty sure she shouldn't call him.
"The weather forecast lied."
A click. What sounds like blankets shifting.
Oh. He's never been in bed before.
"I could be on a date," he'd said, the last time that she'd called him.
"At four in the morning?"
"It could be a very good date."
She'd hung up on his obnoxious laughter.
But maybe--
Maybe--
"Foster, it's a Tuesday. Why are you drunk on a Tuesday?"
Is it? She probably knows that, but the frustration and the article edits and the lack of sleep are finally starting to catch up with her. The crappy alcohol still working its way through her system is probably not helping things either.
"Were you asleep?"
More blankets shuffling. An over-dramatic sigh.
"Some of us are covering a 9 a.m. lecture this morning, Foster." A beat. "Do you need me to get you?"
He's probably not on a date then. Not that she cares. Not that--
"--Foster? Jane?"
Oh. Had he been saying something? "Huh? What?"
"You're usually a lot more sober when you call me in the middle of the night."
"I don't call you in the middle of the night."
A laugh. The slide of a drawer being opened.
"Of course not, Foster. Where are you?"
She doesn't though. Not really. He's just an assistant professor whose lab sections she's usually stuck babysitting. And maybe she stops by his lectures sometimes. But only because the theoretical framework--
"--Jane?"
"Why are you calling me that?"
"Because it's your name, Foster. You do still remember your name?"
He sounds less asleep now, less soft. She's not sure that she likes it very much.
"Now, Jane, are you going to tell me where you are?"
Why would he--
"The roof," she tells him, almost despite herself.
"The roof. Alright. Which roof?"
She didn't bother checking when she and Darcy climbed up here. One of the residence halls. She'll figure out which one when she sobers up enough to climb down though.
"Jane?"
“How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
She isn't sure she really meant to say that.
A pause.
"I do hope you aren't trying to sleep on the roof, Jane."
"You're not very good at conversation and you're pretty much always a jerk."
"...I see." She thinks there's something off about the way he says it. She doesn't think she likes the way it sounds. "Should I call campus security instead?"
"No."
"Will you at least tell me where you are, Foster? I've got 300 freshma--"
"--I like that you pick up."
She really doesn't mean to say that either.
"I--Okay?"
"Um. Yeah."
Maybe the wine coolers were an even worse idea than she'd thought. She--
"Okay."
At least he doesn't sound upset anymore. It shouldn't-- the feeling in her gut is probably from the questionable guacamole she'd had. Or those tasteless little cocktail sausage things.
"Do you want me to come get you, Jane?"
It's 3:14 a.m. He'd said he has a class.
"Why would you?"
She hears his car keys. She knows he lives a decent drive off campus.
"The same reason you called."
Edit: I wrote a follow up.
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virtuosicstudyblr · 1 year
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it’s straight back to the lab after spending the weekend with my family
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I'm painting a gift for my lab now that I've graduated!
I did my whole masters during covid in an empty lab. I'd communicate with my supervisor, who was on sabbatical in New York for all two years of my masters, through Slack and Zoom. Sometimes my colleague would come in, but it was mostly empty. Our lab meetings were virtual, too.
In second year, there were one or two more people, but most days it was still quiet. Occasionally my supervisor would come by Toronto and treat us to lunch, then head back to New York.
This is a tribute to the quiet days where it was only me, the kettle for making tea, the whiteboard for problem solving, and occasionally my colleague, who'd wave at me from his office.
It was honestly a great two years, and I'm going to miss my lab so much. 🥺💖
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ssalissa · 2 years
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I had a good lab day today! Something I thought would take 3h took half an hour so it was definitely a win for my synthetic process.
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STEM-CORE
Fresh, warm, printed papers
The smell of preserved specimens
Charging your calculator instead of your phone
The sound of scissors in flesh
Field days
Data days
Migraines from typing code all day
Wheelie chairs in the lab
Microscope rings around your eyes
5 coffees a day
Your favorite pen running out of ink
Annotations everywhere
12:02 AM
SO many jackets
Cold coffee with your comfort research paper
Phone reminders to stretch and to eat
The smell of a freshly opened box of gloves
Hot coffee with a new scientific paper
Nostalgia for your 7th grade science fair
What day is it?
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parallelunivrses · 27 days
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okay a bit of a story-time/rant here but i've spent the last few weeks prepping some raised garden beds for summer gardening. yard work is messy, so i normally wear one of the million free shirts that i got from my college and department in undergrad. i graduated with an aerospace engineering degree, so these shirts all say something along the lines of '"[university name] college of engineering" or "[university name] department of aerospace engineering and mechanics." and i was adding soil to my raised beds today when a neighbor walking with his wife walked by and stopped to ask what i was doing, what i am planning to plant, etc. etc. my garden beds are in the front yard so this has happened a lot. but then he asked me, "so are you actually an engineer or are you just wearing the shirt?"
and i just. what???? the only reason i can think that someone would ask that is because they don't think women and female-presenting folks can be engineers. i explained that i graduated a few years ago (my shirt literally said "class of 20XX") with an aerospace degree. and he was just like, "oh okay. i am a biomedical engineer." and then they walked off.
and i'm just. so tired of sexism in engineering!! this is part of the reason that i struggled in grad school (my program was less than 5% women. in several of my classes there were more people named "josh" than there were women) and it's a big reason why i don't like engineering workplaces. i WANT to stick around in this space and try to make it better for future generations of engineers, but it feels like i am constantly having to justify my space in engineering. i'm currently working in education, and i never feel like i have to justify my space there. when i worked at a science museum i never felt like i needed to justify my worth. interactions like this are a part of why i am having a career change.
in a lot of ways, it doesn't feel like things have changed in the thirty years from when my mom got her electrical engineering degree and now. people may not be outright telling me that i can't do engineering in the way they told my mom, but if your first instinct when you see a female-presenting person wearing a college of engineering shirt is "hm i don't think that person actually was an engineering student," it reinforces the idea that woman cannot go into engineering.
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