My friends all knew I was trying to find him that night. As coworkers we only exchanged the occasional word about our students and different teaching methods, about what specimens we were going to discuss that week, and if we had handed in our safety training forms yet. Then he had to go and make a PowerPoint presentation for his students for their first tutorial. I was impressed; I explained the course outline to my students in ten minutes and then took them on a tour of the lab.
But when he walked into the club that night, I remember that one of my friends picked me up, put me on his shoulder, and literally threw me at him. He also asked me for my coworker's name, and ran around on the patio, and inside, screaming my coworker's name. I may not have enjoyed ethanol in a beaker earlier that year as it determined 5% of my final grade for organic chemistry, but thank goodness for ethanol that night and how it could make sounds and sights blurry.
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