university days(1)
james thurber
i passed all the other courses that i took at my university, but i could never pass botany. this through a microscope at plant cells, and i could never see through a microscope.
i never once sah a microscope. this used to enrage1 my instructor. he ress all the students in dra the involved and, so i am told, interesting structure of flo there. “i can’t see anything,” i in patiently enough, explaining hoh a microscope, but he that i could too see through a microscope but just pretend that i couldn’t. “it takes a.” “try it just once again,” he’d say, and i at all, except noain a nebulous2 milky substance—a phenomenon of maladjustment.
you adjusted the microscope properly, so he ain and see milk.
i finally took a deferred3 pass, as they called it, and ain. (you had to pass one of the biological sciences or you couldn’t graduate.) the professor had come back from vacation brohtened, and eager to explain cellstructure again to his classes. “oing to see cells this time, aren’t ht of me and to left of me and in front of me cells’, and pictures of them on their notebooks. of course, i didn’t see anything.
“rimly, “e this glass so that you see cells through it or i’ll give up teaching. in tinning to quiver all over, like lionel barrymore.
so but blackness or the fliar lacteal4 opacity5, and that time i saated constellation of flecks, specks and dots. these i hastily dre my activity, came back from an adjoining desk, a smile on his lips and his eyebroh in hope. he looked at my cell dra. “ control of his temper instantly, and he bent over and squinted6 into the microscope. his head snapped up. “that’s your eye!” he shouted. “you’ ve fixed the lens so that it reflects! you’ve drawn your eye!”
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