When I was in 9th grade, the science fair project that won first place was titled, "Are Cats Left-Pawed or Right-Pawed?"
Not to compare, really not, but I did research for two months on electromagnetic waves, built a greenhouse in my unfurnished basement, grew bean plants, and then daily performed low-level electromagnetic stimulation on the plants using a small ultrasound machine. I then measured the height, foliage, and greenery of each plant, which I put into a self-created database from which I generated charts on the health of each plant.
After this, I did not receive any placement or mention; instead "Are Cats Left-Pawed or Right-Pawed?" whupped my ass. End result: sour grapes (haha) and English major.
No, that's silly. I'm an English major because it rocks, not because of a stupid 9th-grade science fair.
(Missing ya' and hoping the job searchie is going well. come visit, okay?)
Speaking er writing as the mother of a middle school student, these were hilarious. Our history with science projects (since second grade, finally done with the one for eighth, and thank God none in high school so far as I can tell...they will shift the rules NO DOUBT and my honors ninth grader will have to build a neutron bomb in the basement but I digress) has been way more tame. I think the good teachers would have had a freakin' heart attack at MUSIC AND SEX. My fav: Is Bigger Better, with the smartass tag of Go Ask Your Mother.
These flat cracked me up, and renewed for me why teaching as it is done in the early 21st century in America was sooooo not for me!
T. literally just sent me this link. It is amazing. I highly suggest you check it out.
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When I was in 9th grade, the science fair project that won first place was titled, "Are Cats Left-Pawed or Right-Pawed?"
Not to compare, really not, but I did research for two months on electromagnetic waves, built a greenhouse in my unfurnished basement, grew bean plants, and then daily performed low-level electromagnetic stimulation on the plants using a small ultrasound machine. I then measured the height, foliage, and greenery of each plant, which I put into a self-created database from which I generated charts on the health of each plant.
After this, I did not receive any placement or mention; instead "Are Cats Left-Pawed or Right-Pawed?" whupped my ass. End result: sour grapes (haha) and English major.
No, that's silly. I'm an English major because it rocks, not because of a stupid 9th-grade science fair.
(Missing ya' and hoping the job searchie is going well. come visit, okay?)
Speaking er writing as the mother of a middle school student, these were hilarious. Our history with science projects (since second grade, finally done with the one for eighth, and thank God none in high school so far as I can tell...they will shift the rules NO DOUBT and my honors ninth grader will have to build a neutron bomb in the basement but I digress) has been way more tame. I think the good teachers would have had a freakin' heart attack at MUSIC AND SEX. My fav: Is Bigger Better, with the smartass tag of Go Ask Your Mother.
These flat cracked me up, and renewed for me why teaching as it is done in the early 21st century in America was sooooo not for me!
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