Talk about motivation?
In the early 80s, a chemist took our class in the early spring for an excursion to the factory, which was our boss, to watch the dome. The factory was old, built in the middle of the 19th century, but it worked well at the time. And I was a young man, then all about the BAM, then about the construction of Komsomol, then all the class to the factory, so I could go on any affair for the company.
We are issued passes, and we are so clean, the territory is huge, we come to a small workshop, which is more than 100 years old. The floor is virtually earthly, the room is unheated, there is almost no light, there is a small dome around it, a few dirty men in dirty slats swirling around it, the engineer came out, dressed a little better than the men, began to rub something, and I don't hear him. I look around with horror and realize that I will be studying, studying, and studying to work in a warm, bright room at the table.
I am grateful for this tour of our chemistry all my life. and :-)