In my high school chemistry class, the teacher went to throw a small chunk of sodium into a large glass tank of water. Except that he didn't completely cut the small sample and managed to throw the golfball sized chunk of sodium into the tank.
Blew the front off right off the tank, it did. Had to evacuate the wing.
I wonder if he's ever lived that down. He was really fucking lucky nothing worse happened.
yeah, but it must have been AWESOME
I wonder if he's ever lived that down.
Lived it down? Hell, it's a one-way ticket to living legend status!
My physics teacher in HS once was demonstrating the different colored flames one gets by burning different materials. Instead of a little burner though, he cranked the gas jet and lit it directly for a nice large jet of flame. He was a little nuts.
I wonder if people with repressed pyromaniacal tendencies tend to end up as physics or chemistry teachers.
I dunno, but Mr. Shock was rather...intense. I actually walked out of his class once because he was pissing me off, for which he later apologized. His head would turn bright red when he got mad. Like a little red fire hydrant. Great teacher, but...intense.
I kind of want to punch today in the face. Repeatedly.
Natter is sad today.
I have been planning my lunch since 9:30. It is a baked potato with lots of things on it day.