I am back in college taking a general chemistry course this summer. It is quickly paced, yet invigorating. At first, I was nervous that I’d be an outcast. Overrun by twenty-something aged college kids that ask themselves, “what is this old guy doing in my class?” My experiences have demonstrated the falsehood of this assumption. In fact, I have found community with many students. I realized that this is why I wanted to go back to school in the first place. A university campus is filled with young, eager minds that are unburdened by the rules of adulthood. Chemistry lab, in particular, has been illuminating. It has taken me a few weeks to get my footing, but I am off to the races. Today, for instance, I felt confident and self-assured during my lab. I completed the procedures of neutralizing an acid-base substance with time to spare. As I was washing up, however, I completely shattered a 600mL beaker, much to my chagrin. In years prior, I would’ve become overwhelmed and embarrassed by such an error. But now, I took this instance as another meditation on the human experience. I felt so eager to finish the lab, to demonstrate my scientific capacities. In reality, though, the lab itself was a precious, meticulous order of movements that can be humbling. Indeed as Dr. Kaimari claimed, Chemistry is Life.