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fandomhigh2008-10-03 08:03 am
tyler_gone) wrote in fandomhigh2008-10-03 08:03 am
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Chemistry, Friday, Period 1
Tyler watched the students filing in, arms crossed before him and a covered Styrofoam chest with a slight curl of steam rising from it resting on the lab table at the front of the class. When it seemed like everyone who was going to come was there, he started to talk.
"Morning. Today, we get the joy of dealing with housekeeping before my lecture. First, midterms are due in three weeks, so think about them, okay? You need to design and carry out an experiment, either during or before class on the 24th, then write a report on what you found. If you need ideas, there are books on the table with a slew of them. Or talk to me. I'm still in my office every Monday and I can only spend so much time online arguing about Supers. Group work is fine, but I'll expect it to be more complex than what one person could do, no signing your name to your buddy's work."
"Also, five of the 12 of you, I won't say who because you know who you are, skipped class last week. I assume you all have good stories. Talk to me after class if you want to get the handouts from last week, and I can do a makeup lab Monday if anyone's interested. And if you're gonna cut, don't do it the same week half the class does, it makes me feel unloved. Blah blah blah too many unexcused absences equal detention blah blah blah, and consider this your warning."
He drew a deep breath, lifting the loose-fitting lid off the chest and watching the steam rise. "All right. Now. Fun part. Dry ice. This is frozen carbon dioxide -- the same stuff that makes soda fizzy. Cool thing about dry ice, it doesn't really want to freeze on this planet, so if you force it to, it's continuously evaporating and turning into a gas." With gloved hands, he reached into the chest and brought out a kernel of the ice, then dropped it into a black plastic film can. A few seconds later, the lid of the canister flew off, narrowly missing the first row of chairs. Tyler smirked, then continued his lecture about the properties and uses of dry ice and the science behind it.
"For your lab segment today, I'm just going to let you play with this stuff." He started handing out one-pound chunks in small trays, placing them in front of each student alongside some other supplies they might want to use to test the ice. A light fog from the ice's evaporation filled the room. "Wear lab gloves unless a cold burn sounds like fun to you. Here is a handout with some ideas to get you started. I like the comet myself."
Once everyone had some ice, he waited at the back of the classroom. "Go to it. I'm around."
"Morning. Today, we get the joy of dealing with housekeeping before my lecture. First, midterms are due in three weeks, so think about them, okay? You need to design and carry out an experiment, either during or before class on the 24th, then write a report on what you found. If you need ideas, there are books on the table with a slew of them. Or talk to me. I'm still in my office every Monday and I can only spend so much time online arguing about Supers. Group work is fine, but I'll expect it to be more complex than what one person could do, no signing your name to your buddy's work."
"Also, five of the 12 of you, I won't say who because you know who you are, skipped class last week. I assume you all have good stories. Talk to me after class if you want to get the handouts from last week, and I can do a makeup lab Monday if anyone's interested. And if you're gonna cut, don't do it the same week half the class does, it makes me feel unloved. Blah blah blah too many unexcused absences equal detention blah blah blah, and consider this your warning."
He drew a deep breath, lifting the loose-fitting lid off the chest and watching the steam rise. "All right. Now. Fun part. Dry ice. This is frozen carbon dioxide -- the same stuff that makes soda fizzy. Cool thing about dry ice, it doesn't really want to freeze on this planet, so if you force it to, it's continuously evaporating and turning into a gas." With gloved hands, he reached into the chest and brought out a kernel of the ice, then dropped it into a black plastic film can. A few seconds later, the lid of the canister flew off, narrowly missing the first row of chairs. Tyler smirked, then continued his lecture about the properties and uses of dry ice and the science behind it.
"For your lab segment today, I'm just going to let you play with this stuff." He started handing out one-pound chunks in small trays, placing them in front of each student alongside some other supplies they might want to use to test the ice. A light fog from the ice's evaporation filled the room. "Wear lab gloves unless a cold burn sounds like fun to you. Here is a handout with some ideas to get you started. I like the comet myself."
Once everyone had some ice, he waited at the back of the classroom. "Go to it. I'm around."
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