The formula for a castle - blog # 4

The formula for a castle

It was late in the day, and the children were growing wrestles. It had been a long day and Dr. Kjchezlechy, a brilliant man who has his decorate in primary education from Moscow Polytechnic, was growing weary.

An idea struck him; he thought he had found a way to get the children’s attention. How wrong could he be!

“I know what I can do,” said Kjchezlechy to himself. “I’ll teach the children the formula for building a castle.” Dr. K, as the children called him, because god only knows how hard it is for a child to pronounce Kjchezlechy , quickly pulled out one of his old math books. He stated jotting down formulas on the black board. He began to explain his theorems. “You have quadroplex A intersect quadroplex Q at a perpendicular angle of ninety degrees. Then you have you’re cylinder X which intersects both quadroplex A and Q.”

However, amid Dr. K’s lecture, and without a word, little Tommy Smith, the quietest boy in class, stood up and walked calmly to the back of the room.

Dr. K, who took no notice, kept on teaching his lesson. “Once we have our basic octagonal figure, we can then begin to build up our arch messurements which should combine to become one 180 degree angle.

Paying no attention to Dr. K, Tommy slowly began removing the building blocks in the play area. He began carefully selecting the blocks, and one at a time stacked them into a nice neat wall.

Finally after about five minutes, Dr. K took notice of Tommy in the back of the room. “Tommy!” screamed an outraged Dr. K, “what on God’s green earth are you doing?!”

Tommy calmly responded, “I’m showing the class the formula for a castle.”

In a moment of heat temperament, Dr. K marched to the back of the room, whopping stick in had, and grabbed Tommy off the floor.

“While I’m teaching you do not leave your…” Stopping mid sentence, Dr. K stood in awe.

“It’s remarkable,” proclaimed Dr. K

Stepping aside, Dr. K revealed a perfectly constructed castle.

Tommy innocently stated, “the formula for a castle is in the blocks you build with, not the mathematics you use.”

Realizing that he had been not only out smarted by a student, but by a student that he had written off as a moron, Dr. K went out to his car and drank himself into a coma.

The moral of the story: the mind of a child is not something to be underestimated. As for Dr. K, well he was committed to a loony bin which he still resides in to this day!