A major reason why I never pursued science beyond a few first-year university courses was a deep-seated fear of lab work. I was so nervous about performing experiments that I’d often become flustered and make mistakes. One that stands out is the time in high school chemistry when I accidentally launched a test tube full of my group’s just-completed ester across the room, where it smashed on the floor. As I cleaned up the mess, my chemistry teacher said that he “could see that coming” as soon as I attempted to pick up the tube with the test tube holder. I remember thinking to myself, “Well, why didn’t you say something if you saw I was doing things wrong?”
Perhaps my instructor hoped to teach me a lesson by allowing me to make a mistake, but the result for me was only increased anxiety about doing lab work. And I don’t remember ever being taught how I could have avoided the accident. I still maintain that there was something wrong with that test tube holder!








