Remember those days that the smell from science class was so strong your eyes watered?
The teacher said to put the cotton swab where and then stick it in that dish?
Oh, what fun were all those gross things we did so many years ago. Well, they're still doing it. After wandering the building and taking samples from phones, and door knobs and all kinds of other places the results rest here.
What are they waiting for? To turn green and brown and yucking looking. Then thirty or so years from now they can tell their children what horrible things they did with their best friend or favorite boy or girl friend.
It is the stories that remain. The hours of study and the tests and the homework are left behind once we leave the classroom and the stories remain.
Wouldn't it be nice to return to that science room with our friends from so long ago just one more time?
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