PCR and a Happy Masters Student

Plymerase chain reaction, PCR

Plymerase chain reaction, PCR (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s been a little while since I posted. My b. I’ve been trying not to freak out over being back at one of my favorite places among some of my favorite people. My birthday was this wednesday and I got to spend part of it brushing up on PCR! I’ve found that I really enjoy it. That’s probably good since I see a large amount of it in my future. Despite the tedium of pipetting sample after sample into teeny tiny little tubes, you can get some pretty cool stuff out it. My favorite is loading the gels. I got the astounding compliment from the PhD student directing me that it was the best first load attempt she’d ever seen. I then went ahead, and had a poor second attempt (it did settle itself out). Too excited about compliments. My birthday was spent in as crazy a fashion as possible. It was a wednesday after all. No one was out really. But I did get to play bingo in a bar while wearing an epically cute dress…Round 2 of festivities start tomorrow!

I am currently in the process of waiting on my “big girl” gel to run. My lovely PhD student had to run off to complete her TA duties and I was left with the knowledge from wednesday as well as my lab journal full of protocols. I tried to remember as many subtleties as possible and not screw up too badly, so we’ll see how that goes. She should be back in time to help me with the part I remember least which is the actual reading of the gel.

The first week of class is done as well! I had none today, hence the PCR project. I have only 2 graded classes, 2 seminars, a journal club, a class to audit and random training obligations. From 9-5 I am either at one of those things or in the lab gettin muh science on. One of my classes, cross listed with a vet school course, doesn’t even start until late next month. It’s of course subject to a change in class time, so that should keep me on my toes. I’m, thankfully, getting acclimated to long days sitting in a chair waiting for things to run. There usually seems to be someone around to chat with when you’re bored to the point of propping your head up with objects found on your desk.

Next task? Try to finish this horribly boring training full of more typos than my brain can handle.