Oh I do like to be beside the bunsen burners...

Ah, Science.  The study of life.

Sitting in a highly equipped, sufficiently heated laboratory for a greatly exciting hour of teaching is certainly one of my favourite things about sixth form. Not to mention the team of enthusiastic, passionate teachers always happy to explain the fascinating world of the humble chloroplast.

And what’s more, science is useful! English has served its purpose. I can speak. I can talk. I can read. And I think I can write... I need it NO MORE. Everything that could possibly be learnt now will supply no future use.

I don’t anticipate, for example, hearing “Your diagnosis was correct, yes, but where were the LANGUAGE DEVICES?” in years to come. Or “Yes, Yes. I understand that my liver is failing, but why didn’t you tell me in RHYMED prose?!”

When these situations occur, I shall admit that English is useful.

This will happen when pigs fly.

Your faithful scientist,
Vicky x

P.s. A poem for Rae. And to show you that I could rhyme if I needed to...

There once was a rubber called poo
He was the best rubber I knew
But he never told me,
That he was a she
Now that’s not a nice thing to do.