Little Miss Nawwwwty....
Today was...interesting...
I was in Biology and casually setting up the apparatus for the coursework practical (seeing the effect of temperature on the membrane permeability of beetroot cells - oh goody!!!). I lit the bunsen with a nice little split and blew it out before throwing it in the bin, then I realised that I hadn't actually blown it out.
I looked in despair as I saw the bin bag start to burn, and in a hurry, I removed the evidence (splint) and rushed away from the bin. I was hoping...
a) I had imagined the bin being on fire,
or...
b) the fire would kindly put itself out
Unfortunately, a few minutes later, Sean(the Corm)Ack said...
'Sir, there's a fire in the bin.'
At this point, Mr T grabbed the bin and started trying to blow the fire out (?). That didn't work so he started throwing beakers of water on it and asking 'Who was responsible for this?'
I, being the great actress I am, merely looked on in amazement at the purty fire and didn't say a word. Thats an important life skill you know; learning when to keep your mouth shut. I believe I made the right decision, as by the end of the lesson, he'd more or less forgotten - although it could have got nasty.
But it was hilarious.
I think I shall now include in the 'Safety Procedures' for the experiment; 'Don't drop lit splints into the bin.' Its an important lesson kids.