This weekend, as a piece of lighthearted extra credit, chemistry teacher David Bergandine assigned us to make a mole. What followed was more frustrating than studying for any test.

I started off making my mole with two old T-shirts that I no longer care about. I began cutting out the mole with some scissors in our utility drawer. Apparently, normal scissors are not well suited for cutting out cloth. The result of my error was some frayed cloth ready to be sewn into a mole

As I began, I realized I don't actually know how to sew. I went to my dad, who also couldn't sew very well. After he taught me the basics I got back to work. I started out fine, but then my first setback was when I looked at the diagram and was shocked to realize that I had sewn my first two pieces on backwards. Great, I had to start over.

What followed was my low point for the afternoon. I spent 20 minutes trying to thread the needle. I after many useless tries, I frustratingly cut myself a new piece of string and got it to work.

When I finished I looked at my product and realized, "Wow this thing is garbage." I considered trying again, and then I saw all the little stab marks on my fingers. No way.