005. when numbers get serious
I dropped a book on my roommate's side of the room today.
Has anyone ever wondered what Mt. Vesuvius looked like, just as it was blowing up? Or, more accurately, a cartoon character ready to explode? I think my roommate escaped from a comic book page. Her face grew as bright as an overripe tomato and her cheeks blew out and her fists clenched so hard her knuckles went white with rage, the same way her lips did as she pressed them together, like she was trying to keep hot air in.
To test a hypothesis, I threw another book onto the ground.
The end results would have won me a prize at the Science Fair.
My mother would have been overjoyed.
Has anyone ever wondered what Mt. Vesuvius looked like, just as it was blowing up? Or, more accurately, a cartoon character ready to explode? I think my roommate escaped from a comic book page. Her face grew as bright as an overripe tomato and her cheeks blew out and her fists clenched so hard her knuckles went white with rage, the same way her lips did as she pressed them together, like she was trying to keep hot air in.
To test a hypothesis, I threw another book onto the ground.
The end results would have won me a prize at the Science Fair.
My mother would have been overjoyed.