Pointless Experiments
Pavlov's Frog writes: I once spent 20 minutes with my eyes closed to see what it was like being blind. I smashed my knee on the kitchen cupboard, and decided I'd be better off deaf as you can still watch television.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 12:00)
Pavlov's Frog writes: I once spent 20 minutes with my eyes closed to see what it was like being blind. I smashed my knee on the kitchen cupboard, and decided I'd be better off deaf as you can still watch television.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 12:00)
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Y11 Chemistry..
In Y11 our chemistry teacher decided to be "cool" and "fun" and decided to let us make alcohol, cider to be precise.
Three weeks later, one fateful Monday morn, there were one or two successes (which were taken to the prep room and never seen again, bloody drunkard teachers), a few flasks full of what can only be described as tar, and the rest mostly just warm liquid that smelt of bread and faintly of apples.
Ours was in the latter group, and one lad took it upon himself to drink this foul concoction of not just our group but another's too because "its cider innit? Can't let good cider waste"
He necked the lot and after about half an hour looked decidedly ill, and rushed out.
We didn't see him for the rest of the week.
The following Monday rolls around and it turns out he'd spent three days curled around the bog at home shitting his innards out and pretty much suffering from dehydration (and mockery when we found out) over the weekend :)
( , Tue 29 Jul 2008, 1:58, Reply)
In Y11 our chemistry teacher decided to be "cool" and "fun" and decided to let us make alcohol, cider to be precise.
Three weeks later, one fateful Monday morn, there were one or two successes (which were taken to the prep room and never seen again, bloody drunkard teachers), a few flasks full of what can only be described as tar, and the rest mostly just warm liquid that smelt of bread and faintly of apples.
Ours was in the latter group, and one lad took it upon himself to drink this foul concoction of not just our group but another's too because "its cider innit? Can't let good cider waste"
He necked the lot and after about half an hour looked decidedly ill, and rushed out.
We didn't see him for the rest of the week.
The following Monday rolls around and it turns out he'd spent three days curled around the bog at home shitting his innards out and pretty much suffering from dehydration (and mockery when we found out) over the weekend :)
( , Tue 29 Jul 2008, 1:58, Reply)
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