Monday, May 01, 2006

funny stories

My physics students recently turned in a project in which they explained the physics behind a sport of their choice. One student did a track and field manual, and, while explaining the rules of the javelin throw, stated that "the javelin must have at least an 800 gram mass", but accidentally left of the "m" in the word "mass". I'm still laughing about that. So I wrote back "wow, my mass is way bigger than 800 grams." I hope he appreciates my joke.

Then we were learning about heat of vaporization in Chemistry, and I told my students about when I was hiking, and one of the boys in the group took his shirt off, got it wet, and wrapped it around the water bottle. And after a few minutes, the water in the bottle was cool.
Chris: Ms. Reed, you saw a boy without his shirt on.
Me: Yeah, I felt kind of dirty.
Followed by about five minutes of laughter.

And then in physics:
Me: Hey, do you guys want to hear a funny story?
Them: Ooh, yeah!
Me: So, I was reading this book last night, and...
And then they started laughing.
Me: Um, guys, that's not the funny part.
Them: Yes, it is.

And then I read a book called Feed, and the kids in the book remind me SO much of my students. Like the conversation taking place after a couple breaks up:
Her: I never want to see you again!
Him: Yeah? Okay. Then get some special goggles or something!


MOM THE BOMB said...

Ms. Reed: May I submit an example of physics behind a sport of my choice? Actually it's not the physics of the sport, but rather the physics behind what NOT to do. This weekend dadthebad and I discovered some lovely dirt trails behind our neighborhood. We had a great time with our new dirt bikes defying the laws of gravity - until we decided to come home and I rode my bike INTO the gate to our neighborhood rather than through it. (big mistake) I was catapulted from my bicycle toward a huge rock on the ground. In an attempt to protect my greater than 800 gram mASS, I stretched out my hand to break the fall. That it did, hitting my outstretched hand directly on my radial bone. The radial bone conveniently extends from the base of the thumb to the elbow and given the extent of the fall, the force travelled all the way up the bone to fracture at the radial head (that would be my elbow) Hence, I have an elbow fracture, even though my elbow never hit the ground. Luckily, due to bleeding into the joint, the fracture cannot be put into a cast, and I do not have to restrict my activities (beyond my pain threshold) Isn't physics wonderful?

brittany said...

mom, you are too funny. sorry about your elbow, but i laugh every time i picture you running into the gate.