I had planned a real post for today, but it didn’t get written. What? You’re looking for an excuse here? Sure, I’ve got one for you: I’ve been busy playing with testing the engineering projects for this week’s scout meeting. You know…I had to make sure they actually worked before I had the boys try them. (It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.)
I managed to cut five milk cartons for a marshmallow catapult without injuring myself or the dining room table. If you remember my glue gun fiasco, then you’ll understand why this is such an accomplishment for me!
I even fully assembled one and performed several successful launches.
High on the success of my catapult, I tackled the electrical circuit project. I have to admit, I felt like a female McGyver as I gathered the flashlight battery, the sheet of tin foil, a wooden clothespin, a quarter and my Swiss army knife. Oops, didn’t need the knife…I just got carried away with my Lady McGyver-ness. (For the young ones who have no idea who McGyver is, click here to get in the know.)
I followed the written instructions through the folding and cutting of the foil. I taped the foil pieces to the battery, then clipped the foil around the base of the flashlight bulb and clamped with a wooden clothespin*. I won’t lie – I was shocked, and giddy with excitement, when it actually worked.
As a Pharmacy School dropout, I basked in the glow of these recent accomplishments. Okay, truth is, I never made it to pharmacy school. I changed majors after Chemistry jumped me in the back of the lab, by the Bunsen burners, and smacked my beakers stupid with a mortar and pestle. I knew it was time to run, because Newton’s Law and the Theory of Relativity lurked in the hallway; Physics roughed me up in high school, and I knew it meant business. I ran all the way to the Psychology building complex without looking back or stopping to catch my breath.
My pride in mastering these fourth-grade projects all by myself is further affirmation that perhaps I should spend some time with a Psychologist 🙂
* I purchased the clothespins at a dollar store and they are flimsy. I suspect if I hung my laundry with these guys, I’d find my wet clothes in a crumpled, muddy heap on the ground. The clothespins I remember as a child would turn fingertips a deep shade of purple if clamped to a finger…um, so I’ve heard. Now, I see these clothespins were made in China. I’m not going to bash the quality of Chinese manufacturing (however, I did wash my hands thoroughly with American-made soap after using…just in case.) Perhaps the clothing worn by the people of China are lighter weight, so these wimpy light-duty pins suffice?