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November 14, 2012


So, I believe I've mentioned before that I am reviewing biology (*spit*) two days a week at my school. And now I have to teach chemistry in 3 day chunks. It's been all that.

This week, it was a 2 day chunk, because of veteran's day.

So, I decided to give them a "summary project" where they each got an atomic number and had to do all sorts of magic (electron hotels and configurations and mole calculations and fact gathering and other absolutely RIVETING stuff!)

One child was having a hard time with the calculation part.

I asked him what his element was, and he said...


And I burst out into loud, raucous laughter.

And he looked hurt. I guess it wasn't a joke.

OK, sweetie, what's your atomic number?

So, not being a total RainMan, I look over. Sr. Strontium.


Same diff?




Blogger junewilliams7 said...

Bwahaha!!! Rocket scientist he is not.

November 15, 2012 6:04 AM  
Blogger cube said...

In one fell swoop, you have crushed any desire in that child to ever pursue an education in science. That or he will develop an insatiable desire to show that Mrs. F. Hag that he will not be mocked and become a brilliant scientist in spite of you.

Scrotium... I snorted too.

November 15, 2012 4:32 PM  
Blogger birdwoman said...

Cube, he could be a scientist if he wanted. He's smart enough. He's too cool for school right now though.

November 15, 2012 6:37 PM  

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