Unremarkable but adequate lighting, expressionless decor, cold, clinical atmosphere.
Smooth, innocuous classical background music at low volume to help concentration for the experimenters. When we step in the room, the typical malodorous, sulphuric smell, that can be found in science laboratories, swishes our nose. On the right, in the spacious lab, there is a small, wooden cabinet filled with chemical liquids. Sanguine, emerald, metallic grey, xanthous and yet the colours go on. As we take a detailed look at the liquids, we automatically lean closer to the cabinet, and its frowzy, stuffy smell hits our nose. In a hitech science laboratory, we would not have imagined such smell. In the entire room, there are only ten tables for the individual learning. A teacher is more useful, when they teach individually, especially when it comes to a scientific subject. Each table has an electronic balance, a huge, intact microscope and an aseptic lavatory.
After a quick survey of the interior, our eyes come to a woman, sitting near to the window.
Brown, short, straight hair, slender, attractive face with black, thick frame glasses. She reads with great concentration, her eyes rarely look up from the book. Every now and then she takes a long, deep breath and her shoulders slowly rise and fall. Her metal bracelet clings on the grey, hardware table with every move, when she turns a page.
Suddenly, an agonised, thin voice splits in the air. As we look at a young experimenter, who sits near to the reading woman, we see a beaker full to the brim with scarlet liquid in front of him. He quietly swears as he tries to undo his last, obviously failed step. The woman looks at him perplexedly. He seems younger, than anyone else in the laboratory, therefore he is the least experienced student. The woman straightens her off-white lab coat, sets her glasses back on her bridge and puts her book away from the liquid, as if the book was utmost important for her. Then, as if urging herself on, bites her lips several times and sits beside the clumsy student.
'Do not do it with a scopula!' she says spleenfully. 'Do it with a dropper pipette.' She grabs a thin pipette from the nearest drawer. Her hands move quickly, almost automatically as she corrects her student's failure. She grasps a brand new Bunsen Burner, that was never been used before. Its axle is splendent, and its port fire seems yet untouched.
'Give me a holder.' she orders her student coldly. The unobtrusive student docilely hands the holder to his teacher. She lights the port fire and hold the beaker above the warm frame. Her stringent eyes focus on the immobile liquid. Then, minutes later, a putrid, eerie smell escapes from the beaker, as if it would have been a prison for the smell. The student disgustedly turns his head away.
'Endure it.' the teacher says austerely, whereupon he timidly nods and keeps his glance on the liquid. His blank, Prussian blue eyes disconcertedly watch the metamorphosis.
'Incredible.' he whispers in awe as the liquid slowly transcends from cerulean into bright yellow. 'This is what you should have been done.' she sighs and looks at his student. 'Next time do not use scopula. A pipette is more useful.'
'Thank you.' he says delightedly as he sees that the teacher's features slowly loosen and her speaking style change to a more friendlier, affable tone. When there is nothing to do, she is an ordinary, amicable woman around her thirties, but when it comes to doing an experiment, she excludes her emotions and focuses only on the experiment. All her students know this, and that is why they highly respect her. An excellent woman with valuable knowledge.
The music in the background suddenly changed. Beethoven's 5th Symphony - "Probably not the ideal music to listen to during an experiment." the guy thinks contemplatively. The teacher catches his seemingly lost glance and finally her trouble free laughter appears on her face as if she knew what he was thinking.
'You are utterly right, we should not act as chance directs, but if we take off the lab coat, we do not have to strict and earnest. Now, go and get some rest!' she says facetiously, waves at her student and leaves the science laboratory.