Today in Biology we completed a blood typing lab. Our teacher told us about this lab at the very beginning of the year, and to be honest, I had forgotten about it until just recently. Because I sit in the back row, I had to be one of the first people to go. I don't mind it when doctors and nurses stick needles in me, but when a biology teacher attempts to do such things in a classroom, it makes me a little nervous. As I walked back to the lab tables I explained to her that both of my parents are A negative, and that I am for sure A negative as well. She laughed and said, "You're not getting out of this. Nice try, though."
First, she had me choose the finger that she was going to poke. (I chose the middle finger, fingers that are more fat bleed easier, right?) Then she handed me a wet towel to "sanitize" my finger with. I held out my hand and turned my body away from her. I tensed up, and then she stuck the needle in my finger. It surprised/shocked me, I wasn't ready for it. So, I let out an awkward yell/yelp/scream. The entire class was laughing at me. She pulled the needle out of my finger slowly and at an awkward angle; I was about ready to scream again. I could feel my face flush and grimace in pain as she slowly squeezed multiple drops of blood on to the blood typing paper. After she mixed the chemicals with my blood, she concluded that I am, in fact, A negative. The class was still laughing at my painful facial expression and awkward noises as I returned to my seat after wiping up blood off of the floor that had fallen when I jumped away after she poked me. As I sat down, I looked at John across the room and he was still laughing. Frankly, I was not a very happy person the rest of that class period, thankfully, it was the last period of the day.
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