Lab work takes a lot of time and detracts from your studies.   Wracks brings his lunch in a brown bag to the lab and Dr. Goodlife tells him he cannot eat it here.

We use a lot of radioactive chromium to label white cells and poisoning with radioactive chromium induces red cell leukemia.  You have to find somewhere else to eat.

The Wracks moves down to the medical center cafeteria on the main floor and has his lunch with the medical students.

You can’t eat here says one of the students, you are not in the medical school.   Find somewhere else to have your lunch.

I will says the Wracks.

He wanders around the medical center and finds a room behind closed doors, inside is a huge glass dome and chairs above an operating room.  He takes a seat and has his baloney and American cheese on wonder bread sandwich and an apple for dessert.  Below him, a tall surgeon is doing laparoscopic surgery on patients.  The primitive laparoscope is a long surgical steel tube and the surgeon inserts the probe in the umbilicus, moves around, and looks into the viewport on the scope as he views the internal organs.  This is the first attempt at laparoscopic surgery.   The Wracks finishes his lunch puts the brown bag in a surgical waste refuge basket leaves and goes back to the lab.  He likes the solitude of the retreat and returns a couple of times and the surgeon notices him chewing on an apple and waves.

Dr. Good Life wants to talk to you says one of the Japanese medical techs who handles the radiologic assays his lab undertakes. 

I hear you are having lunch in the dome area says Dr. Good Life.   You left an apple core on the rim of the dome and the surgical residents want you to stop going to their personal area.

There is never anyone there when I go says the Wracks and I didn’t put my apple core on the view dome.

Yes, you did, says Dr. Goodlife and one of the surgical residents found it.

I guess I have to take my lunch in another area says the wracks.  He leaves Dr. Goodlife’s office

I can’t figure out how I left my Apple core on the viewport thinks the Wracks.  I put my trash in the closest surgical waste receptacle.  Errors of judgment are the way criminals are caught in a crime.  It is just a matter of time before they make an error and I guess this is how it happened.  My fault thinks the Wracks.   I must be more careful. 

The Wracks chooses the steps in the delivery area in the medical center to have his lunch.  Located in front on the side with a parking area where the Wracks arrive at night to do their experiments in the School of Microbiology at the Medical Center.  Time moves on, summer approaches, the summer quarter starts, his term is done and he turns in his keys to the research area to his preceptor.  This is the end of the line at the big U.  The wracks gather his laboratory notes, his statistical analysis, and methodology schema and turn them into Dr. Goodlife.  

The year of work consisted of the analysis of a one-gravity sedimentation apparatus for white cells and neoplastic stem cells.   Testing reveals that big cells fall faster through a column than small cells because the buoyant density of small cells slows their descent through the column apparatus.   His column consists of fetal calf albumen in various concentration steps over two hours of fall time.  He counts cell aliquots at regular intervals establishes a normal bell curve and uses trypan blue to statin the aliquots for histological analysis.   Cancer cells are larger and fall quicker through a gradient column and can be stained with trypan blue or fluorescein.    The result of this work is now a science called flow cytometry.   

The Wracks no longer attends the big U.   His peers harass him sexually.   He attends the extension school at the Big U and takes graduate classes like Psychopharmacology and Public Health.  He is interested in psychopharmacology because the wealthy like to take LSD and other mentally active congeners. 

Time moves on and the seasons do not change in southern California the Wracks does not take the yellow bus to the big U anymore and his grandmother is going to pay for his education in Mexico. 

Eating lunch alone on the steps next to Overguard where the busses run is relaxing and the time is over and the world turns, the night convenes and the stars shine beautifully in the night full of hope and promise.