Begin the experiment

"It says here that you begin by placing a beaker full of coconut oil in another beaker..." you begin. "40 mills? What's a mill?" you ask.

She takes the paper out of your hand and looks at the directions. She she glances up at you and gives you a cute, toothy smile. "You mean M-L? Milliliters?"

"Oh," you respond, feeling stupid. "Milliliters. I knew that."

"Gimme that," she says, snatching the larger beaker out of your hand. "You weren't joking. You are a retard!"

"Hey!" you fire back. "I'm not a retard! If this was English class or something, I'd be tearing shit up!" You meant for that to re-assure her that you actually are smart. But your choice of language just made you sound like a jackass.

She gives the paper of directions back to you. "The great thing is, these directions are written in English. So here. Tear this shit up!"

You look at her, trying to get a read off her eyes. You can't tell if she's being sarcastic or if she's thoroughly convinced you're stupid and is getting annoyed with you. It's tearing you up. You don't know! You need to do something to figure out what she thinks of you.