Apparently, we had quite an interesting conversation with Mr Kevin Koh, our honourable former HOD of math and the current Assistant Principal. Introducing, the NUS high school take on... elevator physics!
(Note, this post is suitable only for male eyes. This is because it concerns drastically personal matters. Female eyes, turn away. Rest assured there are no sexist remarks here. We men are honorable. And so are you. So if you feel distasteful towards such things, turn away!)
So Mr Tan (Physics teacher) is going through that worksheet for elevator physics. Which I got full marks for. hoorah. But that's besides the point. The point is... which do you prefer? Descending or Ascending? At least, Darryl posed that question. He stated that descending is pure torture as oppoosed to being in an ascending elevator. The reason for this is rather personal, and if you cannot understand, we do not blame you.
Upward accelerating elevators tend to make you feel heavier because of the increased contact force, neh? But descending elevators are different. They make you feel lighter, or if the accleration of the elevator is exactly equal to gravity downwards, you feel weightless. But the effects, and funnily enough, personal preference differs from individual to individual.
Because being in an elevator accelerating downwards makes you feel impotent. Allow me to elaborate. A lot.
First your precious feels like it depressurizes. It is a horrible feeling, if you can feel anything at all after that. It makes sh*tting roses look like heaven, although i prefer not to. It almost feels as if your wonderfuls are about to implode, and for some reason, makes you feel very sterile, possible because of the numbing feeling.
We were severely pumped by this, you could say, and decided to bring it up to Mr Koh so that something could be done about it. He agreed with *snicker* us, and the look of agony was upon our faces. After all, doesn't your stomach hurt after laughing non stop for five minutes?
That is all.
Wait, no. About last year, the second semester (is that how we count dates now? Sheesh), I went on a plane. It had turbulence and took a slight nose dive.
Now that is all
That's left of my joy dragon.
Yeah.
Good night to all.
(Spoilers end here)
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