Bystander said:
Non-majors? Keep in mind that 99/100 of these people have never had a lab course before this, and will never again take another. These are the people who elect the Proxmires to congress, and who may become Proxmires themselves, teachers to muff the education of coming generations, managers in control of your research budget, and you're going to laugh at them, make a big joke of the PR job you're doing for the sciences and science funding?
You're in charge of the first, last, and only chance to reach the general public about the sciences. Don't get too cute with it --- the laughter is going to be entirely at your expense.
General Chemistry was the only college chemistry I ever took. It was also the only chemistry class(es) quite a few nursing students in my class ever took.
I loved that class. That was the first class I ever took where students actually broke down uncontrollably into tears when they got their test scores back (Now, they'd have to take the course a THIRD time!)
I loved the labs, but they were definitely an adventure. I still remember the experiment where you put the mystery liquid in a beaker, cover the beaker with tin foil with a tiny pin prick in it, heat the liquid until it becomes a gas, then let the gas condense back into a liquid. Then you had to figure out what the liquid was from it's boiling point and how much liquid you wound up with.
I was given the responsibility of weighing the empty beaker and tin foil (so we would eliminate them from our final calculations). We had a balance scale and a digital scale and the digital scale was obviously the most popular. It acted kind of funny though - the reading changed whenever I moved my hand towards the scale. Both I and my lab partner measured the beaker with the liquid in it. I tried the moving hand thing again, but the phenomena failed to repeat itself - my lab partner started worrying about me just a little bit, though. We both measured the remaining liquid after the experiment, as well. By this time, my lab partner told me to stop with the hand, because I was beginning to freak him out.
Imagine our shock when it turned out
our mystery liquid happened to be liquid hydrogen - who'd have guessed that??!
Okay, fortunately, we weren't that dumb. We had to remeasure the empty beaker and tin foil. Now, we had to fish our wadded up piece of tin foil out of the trash - and we were almost positive the one we fished out was ours - it was so distinctive from the rest

. But, maybe not. We weren't able to correctly identify the mystery liquid, but we were able to find a wrong one that correlated pretty darn close to the numbers we had. Fortunately, there were always so many points available that winding up with the wrong result usually didn't hurt you that bad, as long as your bad result wasn't because you virtually everything wrong.
And, of course, acetone is a lot of fun (that wasn't the mystery liquid, it was just what we used to rinse out the lab equipment).
Edit: And I always got accused of spelling my last name wrong, too (but maybe not as often as the poor guy who's last name was Cszur).