For today's ecology lab, we went to the cemetery to record 50 men and 50 women's age of death. It got pretty awkward when I shouted "woman! 37" to my partner, then looked behind me and noticed a group of high school students walking by looking suspiciously at us. Nothing out of the ordinary here, a month ago we were counting grass, it's about time we have risen in this hierarchy.
I have also bruised my knuckle punching re-breakable plastic punching boards. I think it's because I wasn't using my hips well, and the distance wasn't covered as much as it should have.
Oh well, wounds of a warrior!!