Today's OneWord: Corrosive

I didn't like going to the science lab because I always seemed to need to deal with something corrosive, and managing chemicals that could possibly eat away at everything, including me, was nervewracking. The only person who could get me through the class was my lab partner, Sharon. Sharon was fun enough, wearing a bandana and safety goggles as she turned on the bunsen burner and made noises like she was setting off multiple firecrackers in her mouth. She made me laugh sometimes, but even if I didn't laugh, I felt calmer for at least a minute or two.