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Elizabeth was stirring a beaker of agar for a science demonstration the next day. She paused.
“Mrs. Zott,” said the principal, Mr. Hendershot, a man whose tie was perpetually askew, as if even his wardrobe had given up on him. “We discussed this on the phone. Madeline interrupted class to tell Mr. Filmore that his explanation of ‘solids and liquids’ was—and I quote—‘ontologically lazy.’”
Mr. Hendershot pushed the pie aside. “This is elementary school, Mrs. Zott. We teach foundations.” lecciones de quimica bonnie garmus
She walked out.
Mad considered this. “So what do I do next time?” Elizabeth was stirring a beaker of agar for
“Mr. Filmore,” she said. “Does your curriculum include thermodynamics?”
“Then perhaps refrain from making definitive statements about states of matter.” She set the pie on his desk. “Rhubarb. The citrate keeps the fruit from turning to mush. Much like accuracy keeps a mind from turning to dogma.” Zott,” said the principal, Mr
“Next time,” she said, “you correct him politely . Then you bring a pie.”
