This was inspired by the “Unusual things your teachers showed you” thread. It made me recall this story.
I had a great physics professor my freshman year of college. He was one of those really eccentric guys who didn’t believe in tests, textbooks, or safety. He did, however, believe in hands-on work and blowing stuff up. We spent most of the class blowing things up and doing the math on where objects would land(assuming a small, controlled explosion). The math never seemed to work out, but we had fun nonetheless. Anyway, we did a lot in that class, but my favorite was the final thing he ever did in that school(this is one of the reasons he was let go).
First, let me describe the room. It was a standard lecture hall that curved like a large semi-circle, except closer to like 120 degrees or so, with glass windows running all around the top. Along the left and right walls were long countertops where groups could go down a bit at a time and do experiments. On these counters were sinks, test tubes, microscopes, those premade slide thingies, etc. God knows how much all of that stuff costed. We, of course, were in stadium-like seating.
Anyway, he decided we were going to make potato guns, except design them for tennis balls. He had been reprimanded the year before for making potato guns and had promised he wouldn’t do it again. We got into teams and supplied our own tape, pvc, etc. We built them all on Tuesday, left class early, and eagerly awaited Thursday morning(we would have loved this class to be a 3-day). Thursday came and brought with it a huge thunderstorm. There was no way in hell any of us were going outside. It was ultimately decided that being outside wasn’t that important. The only problem we could see(we weren’t thinking real clearly) was the curvature of the back wall would cause the ball to bounce in odd directions. But, genius mode kicked in, and we realized the windows were flat. As long as we aimed at them, we knew where the balls were going. We got in a line and the first group shot their ball at the window. It smacked off perfectly, hit the ceiling, and then flew over there heads, bouncing off the back wall and ending up under the professor’s desk. That went on for a couple tries, then we started getting brave. Different angles at different windows and the like. I decided to aim back at the middle window(I was getting a little scared at this point). I squeezed a little too much lighter fluid in the back and set it off. The window shattered with a bang I will never forget. We just stood there stunned, trying to figure out why it kept breaking. As it turned out, just about the time I had shattered that window, somebody had missed a window completely. The ball had hit the back wall, ricocheted up off the ceiling, then came back down through some test tubes and threw a microsocope over. From there, we’re not sure exactly what hit what, but ultimately everything on the left side counter was destroyed.
We had about 3 weeks left of school at this point, and were worried we were going to get in trouble. None of us ever heard anything else about it from the school. But, when we came back the next Tuesday, the window was replaced, both countertops were cleared, and a TA had taken over the class. Yep, Dr. Ziegler was gone.
Anybody else have a teacher do, or encourage you to do, something stupid? I’m guessing a lot of physics class related replies will be showing up. Always my favorite subject.