I had my first lab minion this summer. Call him what you want: undergrad, student, slave; I call him minion. (I see no shame in that; I was a minion only two years ago. He calls me mentor.I was able to impart to him the most valuable laboratory practices, mostly how to do next to nothing and still look like you're working. Being a remarkably bright student, he learned quite well, even if he did way more than what was expected of him. Oh well, I tried.
I did get him to start blogging. (I am triumphant!) And although I don't really get the first three entries (a case of student surpassing teacher? No, I think he was always smarter than me), the fourth makes me wonder how this summer was his first taste of the true pettiness of most of adult life. I hope he enjoyed being in the lab as much as we enjoyed having him.