A guest post written by Younger Daughter
Prologue
As Lab Partner and I stood, with the sun at
our backs and the balloon car before us, we knew that we could do no more. It
was about to be winter break, and neither one of us would be here on the day
that the balloon cars would be tested, since we were instead going to various
lectures and better learning opportunities (a.k.a. starting vacation early).
There would be no more opportunities to improve, no more variables to test. Our
grade was in the hands of our teacher, who had promised to test the car in our place,
as we had asked him prior to signing our absence forms.
The trek had been long and arduous, and the
car itself had gone through many redesignings, resulting in broken corks,
makeshift straws, and wood shavings all over our desks. But now, as we stared
at the CD wheels, chopstick axles, and balloon set to propel us to glory, we
could not help but feel proud, and terrified. For if it didn’t work, if it
didn’t go the distance required… It would result in a grade of zero. For both
of us.
The Epic of the Physics Balloon Car
When we returned from break, both Lab Partner
and I checked our grades anxiously, as we waited for this notoriously tardy
teacher to put in the grades he had neglected all week, apparently unaware of
our desperation. But when it finally appeared, our shock rang for miles around
the sun, for a zero appeared next to the 25 points meant for our balloon car.
Partner and I were both angry, but I felt that it was a fault of our own, that
our shaky and fragile vehicle had been unable to stand up to the challenge.
Partner encouraged me to stand and fight, and ask our teacher why we got a
zero, but confronting a teacher, especially such a one as this, about this kind
of decision? I remained behind, and Partner went to fight alone.
He returned, yea, with not broken and bloody
bones from a reading of the riot act, yet with grave news. For our teacher, in
his treachery, had not even tested our balloon car, and had given us zeroes
without explanation. Though both of us boiled under this betrayal, the might of
the teacher was too great, and we knew we could not face him. We resigned
ourselves to the zero, with the promise of further burdens of homework and
points to come.
Yet, the gods were with us, and there came a
time when we had completed our next lab early, and the teacher’s mercy was
enough to allow us to test our balloon car in front of him. We went into the
hallway, bound by walls (though no windows, as our school was designed like a prison),
and ready to redeem our zeroes that had brought our grades down a letter.
But fate is a fickle mistress, for though she
had given us the chance to bring back our grades, she sent down the gods of
Clumsiness and Poor Planning, causing our balloon car to fall to pieces. We
were almost turned to tears at the sight of this collapsed vehicle, yet we did
not despair. We rushed inside, grabbed materials, and began to rebuild. We
created new wheels, making up new designs off the top of our heads, grabbing
and cutting and taping. And yet, every time we tested it, it was not enough.
Either it would run into a wall, or else it wouldn’t go the required distance
for getting a grade, and once again we were close to despairing. I ran back
into the classroom to get more materials, and thunder and lightning seemed to
flash as the teacher raised his head. “Oh, are you guys ready? I’ll come out.”
With terror in my heart, and prayer on my lips, I had no choice but to lead him
out into the hallway. I blew up the balloon, as Partner set the car facing the
right way, and I knew this was our last chance. We would either succeed, or
fail. There was no alternative. We attached the balloon, braced ourselves for
our fates, and released.
It trundled forward, the balloon pushing the
product of my lungs, turning it into propellant. But, something was different
about it this time. Something had changed. The balloon car kept going… and
going… and it didn’t stop! It even went past the required distance, giving
Partner and me bonus points for all our work! Truly, the gods were on our side
that day, as our hard work and belief in Lady Luck had paid off at last. The
teacher entered in our points the next day, jumping our grades to over 100
percent. And at last, the balloon car could disappear from our minds into the
epochs of history.
* * * * * * * *
When Younger Daughter reported this triumph
to us, she was particularly excited about the balloon car going even further
than required. My husband said, “That is evidence of God.” Then he asked, “What
was the problem – why wouldn’t it go the first few times?”
YD said, not quite explaining, “It would either stop dead or hit into the
wall.”
My husband, ever practical said, “Clearly the
solution is to move the wall.”
I must add that this physics class is YD’s
least favorite class this school year. When she says that the balloon car will
disappear from her mind, she means it.
Also, in the first sentence the “sun at our backs” is a metaphorical
sun. The school building is truly
prison-like, with very little sunlight penetrating the interior. I guess the architect thought that light
would be a distraction from learning.
