A real instance in which 10 pounds* of pinecone could possibly come hurtling towards an unsuspecting head is something that would make a high school physics teacher salivate. While I remember nothing of how to calculate anything worth knowing about this hypothetically unpleasant situation, I will always remember one piece of knowledge my own high school physics teacher imparted upon us.
The class was comprised mostly of seniors and so following, Mr. Spalding, or more affectionately, Spaldo, would take it upon himself to share life lessons he deemed essential. The pinnacle of which ended up being this:
you will, as an adult, shit your pants in public at least once.
Spaldo then proceeded to recount to us his experience. How in college he was running around the track. How he was training with some cute chick, increasing his pace and kinda showing off a little bit. How he suddenly felt the urge. How he dove into the bushes. How he waited until evening to emerge with shame.
For the life of me, I cannot tell you about how to calculate torque, anything related to kinematics, or why magnetic fields radiate in the way that they do. I can however tell you that I am still waiting for my time to come. My time in the bushes in shame, perhaps in avoidance of a 10 pound pinecone hurtling towards my head.
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K Higa
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*Here, I considered apologizing to my subscriber who uses metric, but really the world needs to apologize to those of us still stuck in imperial.
