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Always picked last
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Always picked last
By Kris Kolk
Our family holiday functions are not complete without the
playing of board games.
Sounds like fun, but for me, it’s not. You see, many in my
family are scientists. Since we usually play teams on trivia games, I end up
sitting in silence while watching my teammates avoid the arts and entertainment
categories.
Here’s what happened on Thanksgiving:
“Oh! We’ve landed on a green square. Read us the science
question,” we demanded of the other team. Here was the question:
“What is the manner by which an amoeba’s contractile vacuole
releases water to the systole?”
The entire table of players (except one) groaned, because
the answer was so obvious. Our team almost took another turn without even
answering such a simple one; but our opponents insisted on playing by the rules.
Everyone looked to me while shushing one another. They agreed
to let me go solo since I’m rarely able to contribute. Unfortunately, the
answer did not occur to me so easily.
“I have no idea,” I admitted.
The house rumbled as nine people chanted in unison, “Exocytosis!”
Banter ensued regarding my negligence on pursuing all matters amoeba.
“Well, she’s had a long day,” someone justified for me.
I routinely petition our team to land at any pink or purple
square to prove I’m not as dumb as they think. I just enjoy different topics
than they do. Bach was a composer during the Baroque period. I also happen to
know what a lute is.
But they don’t even pause at my favorite categories, not as
long as a science question is within reach. The game is plagued with spicules,
quantum electrodynamics, and molecular orbitals. I must admit, though, I’ve
learned a lot from these mandatory lessons, I mean festive recreation. I now understand
what makes popcorn pop, the names of the bones in the hand, and that lemurs
purr.
The Thanksgiving game wrapped up as our opponents silently
read the last question of the game before agreeing the card must have been
misplaced from the Junior edition. I thought perhaps this would be my moment.
The question was: “What is the transformation rule for a
pseudovector?”
The answer, “v’=(det R)
(Rv)” was stated almost at the same
time as the question.
The game ended quick as a wink (approximately 1000
picoseconds). My hypotheses on pseudovectors were unnecessary. Fine with me.
All I really wanted to do was enjoy the season in a
traditional way. Nothing beats biting the phalanges off Zingiberbread men and
making angels out of chilly crystalline oxygen and hydrogen flakes.
Kris Kolk has been a writer and
neighborliness promoter for more than a decade. You can also visit her at www.neighborsabouttown.blogspot.com. Email
her at krisjane7@gmail.com.