EMERY
Two years later,
I adjust my lab coat and pull on a pair of nitrile gloves, the familiar smell of latex and chemicals enveloping me as I enter the sterile, fluorescent-lit laboratory. The dull hum of fume cupboards and the soft chatter of my fellow biochemistry students fill the air.
Today's experiment is crucial, a biochemical enigma that I can't wait to solve. I approach the laboratory bench, where my meticulously arranged glassware awaits. Erlenmeyer flasks, test tubes and a graduated cylinder are arranged in neat rows, testimony to my Type A organisation.
With a gloved hand, I carefully pipette ten millilitres of colourless liquid from a reagent bottle into a clean, dry Erlenmeyer flask. This is the starting point, the heart of our experiment. The liquid holds the key to understanding the enzymatic reaction we're studying.
