{"id":2073,"date":"2011-04-21T07:43:11","date_gmt":"2011-04-21T07:43:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/?p=2073"},"modified":"2011-04-21T07:43:58","modified_gmt":"2011-04-21T07:43:58","slug":"lazy-post-have-an-old-b3ta-qotw-reply","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/?p=2073","title":{"rendered":"Lazy post &#8211; have an old B3ta QOTW reply:"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Some people shouldn&#8217;t be allowed to teach<\/strong><br \/>\nThis was recalled by someone much earlier telling tales of scientists doing stupid things.<\/p>\n<p>For  my sins, I am a science teacher in what would be politely referred to  as a &#8216;Comprehensive&#8217; school. Seeing as we&#8217;re in the near-vicinity of  several grammar schools, we are in fact more of a bottom-feeder.  Needless to say, any illusions I once possessed of being a cross between  Mr Chips and Robin Williams in Dead Poet&#8217;s Society have been crushed  under the sheer weight of imbecility I have to deal with while  attempting to be inspirational.<\/p>\n<p>Most of the teenage twunts I have  to deal with aren&#8217;t permitted to go near glass or tweezers, let alone  Bunsen burners, because of their incessant need to attempt to burn,  lacerate or throw things at each other, rather than carry out the  carefully-planned and sterile experiment I had in mind. The aforesaid  seem to be very contented with the &#8216;turn to page 152 and copy this  diagram&#8217; style of teaching. It keeps them out of my hair while I sit at  my desk and read b3ta and my email under the guise of &#8216;writing reports&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>But  every now and then, I get a fresh intake of wide-eyed youngsters who  are pretty well-behaved and I feel inclined to show a bit of practical  work to. So the first thing we do is a little Health And Safety  exercise. I say &#8216;little&#8217; &#8211; this can often drag on for several lessons.  We&#8217;re talking here about youngsters who will look straight down into a  lit Bunsen to &#8216;see if it is working properly&#8217;, and take a sip of sodium  hydroxide because they weren&#8217;t sure what it was and thought their  gustatory senses would be better able to cope with it than the  complicated business of reading a fecking great big label with &#8216;caustic  soda &#8211; harmful&#8217; written on in child-friendly 50-point Comic Sans.<\/p>\n<p>So,  eventually, we work our way round to &#8216;safely handling glassware&#8217;, for  which I have to demonstrate the use of a test tube rack. I make sure to  warn the little chitterlings not to put anything containing glass on the  edge of the bench and never to put an empty tube straight onto the  bench, because it will roll straight off and break. I also deliver a  stern lecture on the perils of broken glass, not trying to clear it up  themselves, and making sure they don&#8217;t have more contact with it than  necessary. I tell gruesome, and largely fictional, tales of what happens  to people when fragments of glass get into the bloodstream or the  digestive system. To be honest, I terrify this bunch of 11-year-olds  about as much as amorphous silica ever could do.<\/p>\n<p>And then I lean  over to the sink to carefully rinse out the tube I had been showing  them. I had neglected to wear my lab coat for this bit of the lesson, as  it&#8217;s bulky and smells of cats&#8217; piss, for reasons that I&#8217;ve never been  able to identify.<\/p>\n<p>The corner of my suit jacket catches in a tub  of 50 test tubes which I had, against my prudent advice, left on the  edge of the bench. 50 test tubes shatter on the floor. I don&#8217;t think  I&#8217;ve ever seen so much broken glass. The floor of the lab ceases to be  pristinely swept and now more closely resembles the shoot-out scene from  The Matrix.<\/p>\n<p>Every pupil in the room instantly flattens  themselves against the back wall, terrified in their new knowledge that  they might &#8220;inhale some and rupture their pulmonary blood vessels&#8221; (why  did I tell them that? Why?!). The inevitable cynical kid, that even the  nicest class always contains, is pissing himself laughing. The words &#8220;Oh  Cock&#8221; have unavoidably escaped my lips and the Teaching Assistant, who  is a firm Catholic, is standing there mortified and already composing a  letter of complaint to the Head.<\/p>\n<p>As I tell the youngsters not to  worry (so much), I shift slightly towards my trusty dustpan-and-brush  and realise that a large shard of hitherto test tube has somehow entered  the top of my shoe and is burrowing along my instep, apprarently intent  on severing any tendons it may encounter. The blood is already oozing  out of my tasteful grey sock. Several pupils are then further alarmed by  my bellowing like a werewolf with his goolies trapped in a vice.<\/p>\n<p>I  bend down to remove the offending glass, headbutt the bench on the way  down, and collapse in a heap on the floor. Only the certain knowledge  that there will be chaos if I pass out stops me going for a little sleep  right there and then.<\/p>\n<p>Trying to regain what&#8217;s left of my  composure, I lever myself up on the side of the desk, and address the  class: &#8220;OK. Now you need to open the textbook to page 152 and copy the  diagram&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Length? A full page of your exercise book, and don&#8217;t forget to label with a pencil and a ruler.<\/p>\n<p>The full post, along with comments is <a href=\"http:\/\/b3ta.com\/questions\/dumbthings\/post110420\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some people shouldn&#8217;t be allowed to teach This was recalled by someone much earlier telling tales of scientists doing stupid things. For my sins, I am a science teacher in what would be politely referred to as a &#8216;Comprehensive&#8217; school. Seeing as we&#8217;re in the near-vicinity of several grammar schools, we are in fact more of a bottom-feeder. Needless to say, any illusions I once possessed of being a cross between Mr Chips and Robin Williams in Dead Poet&#8217;s Society have been crushed under the sheer weight of imbecility I have to deal with while attempting to be inspirational. 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