I have been bringing these students together weekly for surreptitious introductions to the complex plane, vectors, and rotations, although if you asked them, they’d deny discussing such things, since I don’t really tell them that’s what they’re learning, I just let them learn it.
This afternoon after we finished the mini-lesson, I closed by drawing a diagram on the whiteboard. There was a mass. There was a plane inclined at an angle, theta. There was a force pulling the mass up the plane. I told them they’d see all this again when they took Mr. Conn’s physics class.
Eva looked up.
“Mr. Hasan,” she said, holding up a sheet of paper. “Do you know physics?”
“I know some physics.”
“Can you help me with this?” She was evidently holding a homework assignment.
I could. I did.
“I get it,” Eva said afterwards.
Good closure, I suppose, but who knows how much damage I inflicted on Mr. Conn’s lesson.