I, for one, find it SHOCKING that I can actually mention science twice in one week... you know, without using the words "you better do your" and "homework" on either end of the word.
But since we're on the subject - I have a question... well, really it's a story... but it ends with a question -- bear with.
When I was a Junior in High School I went to a brand spankin' new school. Best facilities that money could buy... well, the best that Public School money could buy 20+ years ago at least. Seriously - closed circuit televisions in each room (old hat now) and a state of the art weight lifting facility that any of us who were not on the football team weren't really encouraged to touch. The science labs were like nothing we'd ever seen. There were these "hoods" at the side of the room specifically designed to blow stuff up in. Maybe the designers had heard the story about Tim (yes, his real name) at my Jr. High who singed off his own eyebrows during one little teensy experiment. Tim wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed before or after that incident.
My chemistry teacher was pretty cool my Jr. year... he certainly knew how to get our attention. On day one of class Mr E. (not even protecting his identity, that's what we called him... I think it was Eyolfson, but I wouldn't swear to that in a court of law) pulled out a beaker of some clear liquid. He proceeded to show us that it was QUITE flammable. This might have been the first use of that "hood" - but it wasn't the last). He did a few other experiments with it that proved it was a volatile compound. He promised that it was not any sort of alcoholic beverage... the class is thinking some gasoline... but then.... He. Drinks. It. (insert shocked gagging noise here)
Did we all want to know what this stuff was? You bet - we cajoled and begged... but no dice. Mr. E promised to tell us at graduation what it was that he drank.
8 months later - the district let go all the non-tenured teachers at our school - bye, bye Mr. E. (I should tell you sometime about my hippie walk-out protest days sometime... but they didn't work)
so, 20 years later - I still don't freakin' know what it was he tossed down his gullet that day!!! I can't say that this has given me much cause for concern over the years - I just choose to only drink non-flammable, non combustible liquids and I've been pretty happy. Well, you know, as happy as we can be after they removed Sharkleberry Fin from the Kool-aid flavors.
but I do have my moments of curiosity.
and then they pass.
Personal note to my kids: good luck on your first day back to school - if any of your teachers drink a mysterious clear combustible liquid - have them call me - or better yet... comment here so that we can ALL rest easier tonight!
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