On a Friday afternoon when I was in 2nd grade, our young student teacher made an exciting announcement. On Monday we were going to make a cloud. A cloud, an actual cloud right there in the classroom. Most of the kids couldn't care less; it was Friday and freedom was mere moments away. I was ecstatic, too- a cloud! A cloud! In the room! Man, did Science ROCK! A cloud! Miss Resnick, I believe her name was (shit- is that right? It's been (gulp) decades)...Miss Resnick, the tall Goddess of Science would reveal all on Monday.
Late Monday afternoon, after hours that felt like days of antsy anticipation, Miss Resnick was ready to uncover the box of supplies...
Magical Miss Resnick! I could barely breath!
She took from a box a hot plate, a tea kettle, and a foil pie tin.
Hot plate on high, with water boiling and whistling in the kettle, she held the bottom of the pie tin over the kettle's steam.
"Look, Students, CON-DEN-SA-TION."
No "cloud". A wet friggin' pan.
On the upside, I haven't thought about this is years and years. And Miss Resnick must be super old by now. Bitch.
Friday, January 2, 2009
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