It was a temperate fall day like any other I had experienced in my years of existence. What made this day different from any other, was that I was going to burn Magnesium in Chemistry, which was my favorite subject. I never did very well on the tests, but the experiments never stood a chance when it came time to ponder the results and deduce precisely what was happening before my eyes.

I took my seat in the usual spot, next to my lab partner. We were two of the same mind, and were equally excited. Our instructor had setup the bunsen burners around the room, and we were itching for some real action. We sat on the edge of our seats, pencils and feet at the ready. The teacher telling us that we could go to our stations would initiate within I and my lab partner a fervor that would put a thoroughbred racehorse which was about to burst out of the gates to shame.

The other students lacked our enthusiasm, which was fine with us. The less competition we had, the better. We were to our station in a matter of seconds. I made my way by sliding under the table next to me at full speed, while my partner in crime opted for the classic vault maneuver. I never did tell her, but I chose to slide on the ground so I could catch a glimpse of her butt from below as she cleared the table. I think she knew about this, however, as after a certain point of this going on, she began to accentuate her figure by clenching her cheeks after clearing the acid proof counter.

Our pencils worked furiously on our analysis sheets which recorded every stroke and grain of graphite which was unfortunate enough to be at the bottom of the column. Our eyes followed the sliver of magnesium, telling our hands what to write about the intriguing metal. There honestly wasn't much to record visually, which only meant that we could get to heating things up even faster. However, there was a problem which I would regret for a short time during the class.

In the chaos of hands flowing and heads revolving around our sample, my pencil fell to the ground. This was made even worse by the fact that I could hear my partner pick up the candle lighter and ignite the burner on the counter. I began to stand up very quickly when I heard the magnesium begin to burn. In a momentary lapse of concentration, I looked directly into the white hot flare of the burning metal as my eyes came up past the edge of the counter while I was still becoming fully upright. I was temporarily blinded, and several expletives exited my mouth at a high decibel value.

The teacher being rather concerned rushed over to our station and asked what had happened. It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts about what had happened, but my reply came instantly.

"She blinded me with science!"

Our instructor turned to my lab partner with a look of disdain and jokingly scolded her.

"Oh come on Eileen!"