The Similarities Between Me and E. coli_Our Sunrise_Little things_Sanctuary, eh?
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The Similarities Between Me and E. coli
The lab instructor claps to get our attention. “If you’ve read your lab manuals, you know that today we’re performing transformations.”***According to biologists, transformation is the act of introducing foreign DNA into bacteria.I am a biologist.At least until I get into med school.***Step 1 in a transformation is to retrieve the competent bacterial cells from the -80oC freezer and thaw them on ice. “Competent” here means that our E. coli cells have been treated with calcium chloride to make them pliant and more likely to uptake foreign DNA.***According to college essay consultants, the exper...
Our Sunrise
Hadley Russell:Every morning Katie and I watch the sunrise in Deatsville, Alabama, at exactly 6:16 a.m. Katie has been my best friend since the third grade. We have had every class together, been neighbors forever, and been all around the world together. One of our favorite places we traveled to was Paris. The Eiffel tower is quite magical in person, and the lighting wawww.onedoor.ccs magnificent. It also had the best sunrise and sunsets you will ever see. Our favorite thing we did was eat lunch on the Eiffel tower. Best sandwich I have ever had! Everything there was so beautiful, even the beaches. We were...
Little things
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. They had been planning for this day for weeks –no months, maybe even years.Malinda had met Matilda at a Christmas party at a friend’s place. Malinda being the introvert that he was, was head strong on not going to the party that day. He wished to stay home – away from the very many sweaty bodies stuck together in a place with deafening noise and too many people. He preferred being a homebody that evening, cozy and warm. But his dreams of the night shattered as two of his closest friends came for him and practically dragged him there. 10 ...
Sanctuary, eh?
The yellow lines on the highway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren’t, and we knew it. We were running away from something, and running away was never the path to freedom. I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought about suggesting to stop at the next Rest Area because I really had to piss, but I know he’d just toss me an empty container and sarcastically say: “You’re welcome, dude.” Besides, I’m sure all the Rest Areas were closed. I decided to bypass that conversation with him, so I just wizzed in an empty Gatorade bottle. He turned up t...