My Chemistry teacher is crazy. In a good way. She is a very loud and interesting human being. I usually think she's adorable, the only problem is that I never understand any of the words that come out of her mouth. I am not math-and-science oriented the way some people are.
Anyway, this woman- Mrs. Molesky, we shall call her, is rather obsessed with The Mole. For those of you who never took chemistry or don't remember any of it, a Mole is defined as
6.02 x 10^23 atoms' worth of a particular thing. Basically, it's a chemist's dozen. A molesworth of any element is equivalent to the atomic mass of that element. Whatever. I have probably made your brains hurt with all of that science information, so I'm just going to start talking about the party. Every year on October 23 (10^23, remember?), chemists celebrate Mole Day. I guess it's kind of a big deal.
As part of the festivities, Mrs. Molesky is having us make our own moles-the ugly, blind, underground-dwelling creatures-in the likeness of our favorite mole-related bad puns. As a Potterhead, I chose to go with Moledemort. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart and Suspicious Water Bottle both came over to have pizza and construct our little critters. Moledemort, Bob the ToMoletoe, and the NarMole all turned out fabulously. What a wonderful night it was, three friends sprawled on the living room floor, constructing small mammals in the name of science.
I love my life.
Maybe she will let you call her Mrs. Molesky or at least Mrs. M. I would go for it if if I was her!
ReplyDeleteMolesky is close enough to her real name that I could let it "accidentally slip out" multiple times. She would probably think it was pretty great, too. Ah, Birdie, you have inspired new mischief in me.
ReplyDeleteOh, man- I really wanna do that now. I also understand why your father is nick named Steinbecker. He looks just like John Steinbeck!
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