Wait for It, Wait for It...
Meredith Malkins (Hufflepuff)
It's like forever in an instant. Slow-motion. Breathe calm, deep breaths. Steady hands and sharp eyes, watching for the right moment, waiting, waiting. Too soon, it could destroy everything. It could mean starting again from scratch, and there really wouldn't be enough time, not now. Then again, maybe not, but the results would not be particularly satisfactory. Too late, and... Well, let's not think about that. Unintended explosions are rarely fun. Either way, perfection is not an ideal now, it is necessary.
Careful! Movement isn't terrible, but wobbling could mean lopsided problems. Or it could mean waiting longer, or shorter, and neither are good because there is a tight schedule to keep, and going too fast can skew things in ways far beyond anyone but a chemistry professor's or physicist's understanding. Those physicists do think so highly of themselves, but while they are off in their Giganormous Hadron Colliders and nice conference rooms, there are people on the front line, doing real work. Same goes with the professors of chemistry, but not to the same degree. At least they don't strut around boasting like physicists tend to. Certain people are just attracted to certain jobs, and certain jobs inflate egos, often the ones involving desks. Who wants to be an ER doctor when you can be a specialist with an office? Who wants to be a soldier when you can be a general? The committed, that's who. Committed to advancing society. Committed to helping, not themselves but the world. When you can be a metaphysician or a mathematician or a physicist, only someone who is committed wants to be a -
FOCUS! Get a better grip, the metal is slipping. Check if it's time. Maybe move up into the blue-purple, so faint you can barely see it. Safety flame is just that, safe, but those visible orange tongues aren't hot enough. Not for what you need fire for, anyway.
Patience, little grasshopper. It's almost time, probably, judging by experience. You've done this so many times before, but it doesn't really get any easier. Not that it is a technically difficult task, it's just tedious. And just a tiny bit unsafe. Whoever said field work is more dangerous than this needs to rethink their stance. There isn't any exploding glass in the field.
Wait, is that? It is! A bubble!
Quickly, pull the test-tube out of the flame, transfer tongs to other hand, turn off gas to Bunsen burner, and now wait for denatured enzyme to cool so it doesn't melt the plastic test-tube rack. Patience is key, but worth it. The other scientists can say what they want about being "basic", but biology is awesome. Even when it throws shards of glass and burning denatured enzyme from antibiotic-resistant bacteria at you.
Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.