I’m surprised I remember anything from high school, but there are flashes that come and go all the time it seems. 30 years ago me and another guy paired up to take the Chrysler Challenge over at Galt Chrysler Dodge. Go against every high school automotive class in town, teams compete to repair identically-screwed up K Cars. We came in second; we missed an EGR blockage that they were deliberately instilling in the vehicles before the students arrived for the contest. I missed it, he missed it; we were not happy children. It reminds me to this day that the smallest detail can be catastrophic.
All through public school I had this science teacher named Mr. Boehm. He was really cool, and he knew a lot of stuff. He had us grade sixes actually understanding how photosynthesis splits off carbon atoms from oxygen molecules, and why light energy changes to other forms to make it happen. The students kept a rumor going that he was Professor Baron Von Boehm, some uber genius who came over from Germany after the war, or some crazy thing like that. He had an awesome Gold Wing to boot.
He told us one day about his past when he was a university grad. He was to assemble a lab according to the schematics provided. He noted one tiny line in the drawing and along with everything else, assembled the beakers and the tubes and the flasks and the condensors and the torches into the structure outlined in the drawing. He presented the drawing to the superior at the time and inquired about the necessity of it’s existence: a closed beaker that he felt was supposed to be open. The superior informed him to execute the procedure as drawn, which he did. Apparently there was some time before the windows blew out of the science lab.
It’s always good to take the time for details, to trust your knowledge, and your instincts. Being picky doesn’t hurt, sometimes.