Finding Momentum

Think back to third grade or so. Remem­ber those days when a kid would barf in class? He or she’d turn all sickly pale, look down at the ground and hurl. Then all the kids around him would groan and hold their noses while shuf­fling out­side as the jan­i­tor would come in donned in rub­ber gloves, sprin­kling Comet all over the stained car­pet. Wasn’t it great? We’d get five or ten min­utes out­side while we waited for the air to clear and the car­pet to dry (and the sick kid to call his mom).

Come on, tell me you remem­ber. Weren’t those days the best?

I don’t know why I thought of this today, but I got a good long chuckle out of it. No, I was never the kid barf­ing (but let me tell you, I’d come real close on sev­eral occasions).