Thursday, September 17, 2015
Fear the Wasp
High school math class. The district has done away with algebra and now has the students take a course called "integrated math". Which is basically algebra with elements of geometry both taught at the same time. I think. Same topics, different label. Anyway...
The kiddos had a worksheet. These worksheets are all the same. The title is some riddle. They have to work a bunch of problems (this time having to deal with domain, range, and functions). Then they "solve" the riddle with a really, really bad pun. I mean, these puns are awful.
So, I was dealing with the usual squirreliness amplified by it being a really hot day outside. (Over 100°. But the air conditioner worked like a dream.) They were keeping it down to a dull roar, with only one group of boys doing little to nothing.
"It's going to get me. It can't get me. I'm allergic."
The "it" in question was a wasp. And it was flying along the ceiling, landing on the hanging lights.
The room had a very high ceiling. A normal ceiling is up like ten feet. These ceilings were easily twelve feet up. So, the wasp was very, very far away. Practically out of our time zone.
But the boys weren't having it. They watched the wasp. Way above their heads.
I explained that the wasp had no interest in getting close to any of us. It was a lone wasp, carried in by the cool room, I imagine. I promised the boys I wouldn't let it get them.
They didn't believe me.
In the end, I was right. It didn't get any nearer to them than being on the ceiling above their heads. But still, they didn't get a whole lot of math done.