I don’t suppose...
that 21st century high school students are typing blood drawn from each other, pithing live frogs and growing virulent strains of heaven-only-knows from swabbings taken from the principal’s desk. Which may explain why my lab experience was richer and more meaningful than the present, judging by this USA Today article. Oh, for the careless yet relatively safe good old days.

Did I mention that once in a while teachers would be known to pass around a blob of mercury? Don't think that happens much these days...