One of my very first organic experiments involved my attempt to make diethyl ether. At the time I wasn't quite 14 years old but I had a lot
of ambition. No, I didn't have any malicious purpose in mind, and it wasn't just a means to an end, it was the end. I just wanted to make some ether
because my middle school chemistry book told me how and the reagents were accessible to me. So, I took a 3000 mL Erlenmeyer flask and charged it with
250 mL 96% H2SO4 and added about 50 mL ethanol. I put a big ol' rubber stopper in the Erlenmeyer it and cut a hole in it with a knife. From there I
ran some tubing from it and into a 72 oz soda cup from the convince store where it spiraled down through some ice and out the bottom to collect in a
beaker. Then I heated it on a electric camping stove (one of those portable oven coils) and waited.
It started bubbling and eventually I got some milky distillate (I figured the color came from the tubing. It ate the heck out of all the
plastic and rubber, but what the hey, since when did I notice the obvious back then, most of it probably turned to ethylene anyway). I continued
cranking on it and the stopper melted and started running down the inside walls of the Erlenmeyer, 'Time to turn it off' I thought. So I pulled the
plug and yanked out the stopper which was hanging by the tubing over the acid and still melting. The mixture had stopped evolving gas so I assumed
all the ethanol had been driven off. Wanting to dispose of it right away (and being environmentally conscious) I figured it would be best to
neutralize it before tossing the mixture.
Thinking quickly I grabbed the only base that I had at my disposal, some sodium bicarbonate. It was still in the little orange box it came in
from the grocery store. I grabbed the whole box and tipped it over the sulfuric acid. The sulfuric acid that was quite concentrated, the sulfuric
acid still at about 200°C, the sulfuric acid that was about the blow up in my face as a huge chunk of the bicarbonate fell unbroken into the acid.
The eruption from the flask was huge and I immediately threw myself back and landed on the ground, trying to get some distance. Miraculously the
flask held in one piece, channeling the sulfuric acid into a torrential shower of acid rain. It came down, sizzling as it hit the ground but I was
already scurrying toward the door of my house. Not knowing if I got anything in my eyes or on my face I immediately went to the sink and washed for
about five minutes, then inspected myself. I got some on the arm of my shirt but nothing major. However, the picnic table did not fair so well, it
was now severely charred in areas and the hot plate I had used to heat the mixture was quite the wreck too. A nice start for that picnic table which
served me through nearly a decade more of my chemical mishaps. |