By Milo Brown
I am calculating the velocity of a cart on an incline or something equivalently inane. Three boys and one something-like-a-girl are not quite certain about the uncertainty of the final calculation.
“I think when we’re dividing the values, we need to add the uncertainties,” I say. Why do I always say “I think” when I know what I’m doing?
“No,” each boy says. “That can’t be the answer.”
All I can think is, Maybe I don’t belong here. I keep thinking it after the boys ask the professor. And I keep thinking it after the professor tells them I am right.
Great story! I hope it is getting less true.
All too relatable. Thanks for writing and sharing this.
That last line is a killer. Well done.
Short, thought provoking piece on how it was and hopefully how it will not be in the future. Well done.