Tania and Myles were seeing a fertility specialist. They had been together for over five years and hadn’t conceived a thing. They intensely desired a baby or two.
Myles was a secondary school teacher. He taught chemistry. Most of his teaching was done in the chemistry lab. At the end of the lab was a small back room. Myles used it as an office. He also stored most of the chemicals there. It was safer that way. It stopped naughty adolescent boys from trying to concoct Molotov cocktails and the like.
Tania worked as a hairdresser. She was one of a gang of six. Tania worked four days a week. It was on one of her days off that she went on her own to see the fertility specialist.
Her time was ripe. Exactly right. The egg should be fertilised now!
Myles was busy teaching the properties of Buckminsterfullerene (also known as buckyballs, which greatly amused a portion of the sixteen year olds in the class). He received a text message. Sample required NOW! He set the class work and went out to the back room “to make a phone call”.
A good try, but in the long run, he’d shot a blank.
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The sad story of too many couples. We tried for three years, finally adopted – which was a miracle. Loved the bucky balls reference!
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Thanks for the comment, Noelle. This was actually a true story, but told to me by an Art teacher, and not the Chemistry teacher! They ended up having 3 children, the third one being when asked “What do you want done with the zygote in the freezer?”
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Ha! I expect the conversation to go “No pressure. It’s only for the future of your children”.
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Yes!! It would be an enormous pressure to produce!
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Now here is an instance of your story contributing to the education of someone who hasn’t been near a chemistry class in oh so many years. I had never heard of the fullerenes, although I did read a lot of Buckminster Fuller, back in the seventies, when his geodesic dome and his pronouncements about being a verb instead of a noun were quite popular. And, of course, I can relate very well to the image of adolescents liking the whole idea of buckyballs.
As to shooting a blank…or what teachers do in those back rooms…..oh my……
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I do hope you do not suffer from information overload with this simple narrative about… about… buckyballs and all that..
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Your “Buckyballs and All That”, as the title of a satirical work about teaching adolescents, has the definite odor of a best selling oeuvre….(Like the famous “1066 and All That”).
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Plato had the best education system – regarding adolescents: put them in the army for 2 years.
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Myles obviously made many a “phone calls” in that back room/office/chemical storage where amongst other chemicals was depot medroxyprogesterone acetate. The magic drug for blanks!
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LOL! One would not want the gun to go off half-cocked.
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Half or full, it’s not about the gun. It’s how you wield it to make sure both have fun!
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You expect me to remember that far back?
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Sorry to hear it wasn’t that memorable…
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Clearly, it happened so often that time has muddled things up into a jumbled memory… or maybe… did I tell you I have hair on the palms of my hands?
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Yes. You’ve mentioned the dates you’ve had from those palms. 🌴
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Some things I can remember!
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Aw, poor Miles! I bet his students knew what he was up to!
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! One would never know!
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So rude
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! One would never know!
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