Thursday, 17 December 2015
Monday, 7 December 2015
Quantum Shorts 2015 - http://relativityquantumphysics.blogspot.com/2015/12/our-quantum-shorts.html
Our students participating in "Quantum Shorts 2015 - a contest for quantum inspired flash fiction!"
Vote for them:
Master of the MultiverseThe Golden CodeThe Card
MASTER OF THE
MULTIVERSE
When in a
superposition a quantum object can exist in two or more states at once. A
person can be both alive and dead at the same time.
Albert fired up the
machine. The engine blew hot air out of the grids and then started to make a
loud noise. The gate’s lights started blinking. It was powered up. The noises
became louder and louder by the second, until it reached a high pitched tone
that could pierce right through your brain. Then a lightning bolt appeared
inside the gate as the whole system shut down. Albert wrote on his computer:
“Interdimensional rift creating experiment, attempt 105 failed. More power
required”
“Sweetheart,
please go to sleep. It’s 3 in the morning.”
Albert looked at Gini standing on the stairs
with big, expressive brown eyes. Her red hair looked a lot more disheveled than
they normally did. Albert didn’t know if she had just been woken up by the sounds
of the machines or if she was waiting for him to come. Either way he was really
surprised to see her down in the basement.
“Honey
I’m really close, I can feel it. All it needs is more power. If my calculations
are right it should take about…”
Albert hugged Gini as
her hot tears imbued his sweaty Star Wars T-shirt.
“That’s not true my love, he comforted
her. I am on the verge of an astonishing discovery that could change the world as we…”
“When will you realize that this isn’t your job anymore? The university
stopped funding your research weeks ago. And look at you now, Al! You are just
some loser in his basement trying to play God with stolen public equipment,”
Gini shouted.
Albert then, with a
face full surprise, sat on the armchair and put his face between his knees. His
wife approached him slowly as she oozed guilt.
“Al,
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“You
think I do this for the money?” he shouted to her surprise.
“You
think I do this for the fame? Of course not! I do this to unravel the mysteries
of the world, I do this to advance science and, last but not least, I do this
for me! And I will keep doing it until my last breath on this planet.”
Gini was speechless,
but after a few seconds she screamed at her husband:
“Albert
Edward Stevenson, you are a crazy man,” she cried and slammed the door as she
left.
“Little
does she know. Am I right Schrödinger?”
Schrödinger meowed
once and then went back to sleep, as he always did.
“Little does
anybody know,” Albert moaned.
And it was true.
Dozens of people had doubted him, or even called him a mad scientist in the
past. He recalls the times when the other kids at school used to call him a nerd
and bully him because of his interest in sciences. Although he had more of an
obsession rather than an interest in them. While other kids looked up to
actors, models or football stars he idolized Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla and, of
course, Albert Einstein. All his life he had been teased about what he loved
but he had never given up on his dream. And then, one day, he was given an
opportunity to turn his dream into reality. A university would fund his
research on an interdimensional rift creating machine. But, after months
without results the university pulled the plug on his research.
“Morons, he
mumbled, they gave financial support to the greatest scientific experiment of
all time and then decided to give up. Well I won’t.” Then silence filled the
room.
He would try for the
last time.
Albert slowly pulled the lever.
The engine was on.
That was it.
The machine made a
loud noise.
That was the end.
The gate’s lights
started blinking.
The end of his research.
The noises became
louder and louder by the second.
The end of his dream.
Then, instead of a
lightning bolt, a spinning, glowing white orb appeared in the middle of the
gate. Albert remained speechless. He had done it. He had finally done it. He
was the century’s greatest scientist! By that time the orb kept spinning at higher
and higher speeds until it flattened out into a glowing white disk and then
into a flat mirror. Or was it really a mirror?
Albert approached the
mirror with caution. The Albert inside the mirror did the same.
“We
made it at last,” said the Albert inside the mirror.
“We
truly did,” said Albert.
“Now
it’s time for experiment number 2,” Albert from inside the mirror said as he
pulled a gun from his pants, “Can a superposition be possible?”
Albert froze for a
moment. He couldn’t believe that after all this effort he would be killed by
himself. But he watched in terror as he observed the other Albert start crying
and pointing the weapon to his own head.
“For
science,” said the other Albert.
“For
science,” said Albert.
The Card
Lisa was the only survivor.
Lisa
had been excited for many a day before Saturday. Saturday was aunt Elisabeth’s
birthday. She was her favorite relative and the one whose name she had taken.
Lisa
had persuaded her brother Michael to help her make a special card for the
occasion. They had spent a whole afternoon zealously occupied with the
construction of an intricate birthday card. To their eyes it was perfect. The
precious card was placed inside a red round box under Lisa’s bed, where she
kept everything of great importance to her.
And
at last the day had come.
“Are
you ready kids?” mum asked. Of course
they were, so astonishingly eager to leave. Aunt Elisabeth was apparently not
the kind of grumpy relative everybody hated! The family got into the car.
Everything was settled and the card was safe and sound in the back seat waiting
to be delivered to its rightful owner.
Lisa
finally relaxed. She didn’t know why, but the whole thing with the card had
made her really anxious the past few days. She was now incredibly relieved.
As
soon as the engine started, the day was bound to be a great success.
They
arrived just in time, even though there was a rather severe traffic jam. After
a series of the usual hugs and kisses with long-lost relatives, the time had
come. When Lisa (… and her brother) offered the card to her aunt, she felt prouder
than ever. At that specific moment she believed that her whole life depended on
that little square piece of paper…And maybe it did.
…………………………………………………………………………….
“Hurry
kids! Aunt is waiting. We will not get there in time for the cake!” said mum
and it was clear her patience wouldn’t last for long. Dad was already in the
car and it was high time they left. Lisa pushed Michael in the back seat and
the engine purred.
After
some minutes of awkward silence, Lisa decided to talk. “It’s all your fault!”
she accused her brother. “You were the one who was supposed to have held on to
the card,” he answered back equally hostile. “I know where I had put it.
Someone must have changed its place! When I opened the box I was sure I would
find it there…”
The
argument lasted for over five minutes, with the explanation of the card’s disappearance
still shrouded in mystery. Hadn’t it been for that lost birthday card, and the
extensive searching it involved, they would have probably arrived at aunt’s
house by then.
Lisa
was devastated. All she wanted was to give that card to her aunt and receive
the usual praises. Michael always wanted to ruin her dreams, but he was too
cowardly to admit his responsibility!
“Stop
fighting about nonsense! It’s not the end of the world!” Mum sighed. “Now
please, just be quiet! We’re almost there”
The
children weren’t pleased, as their dispute was getting rather passionate, but
decided not to pull their mother’s trigger.
Lisa
gazed out of the window still frustrated. Even her mum had called the card
nonsense…
A
moment later everything turned upside down.
The
witnesses claimed the car was running at extreme speed and that the driver hadn’t
been paying attention.
Lisa
was the only survivor…
…Or
was she?
Sunday, 22 November 2015
Education with a difference: A.S. Neill - Founder of Summerhill School (1964)
Last week's discussion topic was education. It all started with a brief introduction to Summerhill and its democratic views on educating children and continued with brainstorming and collecting ideas concerning the Greek educational system, its advantages and disadvantages. Unfortunately, we almost all agreed that the drawbacks outweigh the benefits and next week will try to suggest ways with which we might improve things (even if just in theory). On the Project Pages there are some very interesting ideas on the "Ideal School" as well as some research on other educational systems ("Education Abroad") all projects by ex-Anavryters. They are worth having a look at before we start working on our own projects...soon to be announced!
Tuesday, 17 November 2015
Monday, 16 November 2015
The Horror
Our project for the first term with Γ1 and Γ3 was natural disasters, tragedies, crimes, terrorist attacks and generally dire situations that the world has faced during the 20th and 21st centuries...
Our aim was to realise how lucky we are to live in a safe country that is not at war and finally see how fortunate we are to be alive, healthy and among people that love us and that we love. The aim was to be thankful for simple, everyday things and to appreciate the little joys in life.
Our projects are almost ready to be presented to the world (!) on the The Horror Page (on the right hand side) and will be enriched with more projects during the following weeks.
Unfortunately though it seems that our project idea will further be enriched by the horrific terrorist attack in Paris 13/11/2015 #prayforparis
It is important for us to underline the fact that it is not only the people who lost their lives in Paris that we must pray for, but for all the people that fall victims to terrorism, war and criminal acts.
Thursday, 12 November 2015
How we celebrated Halloween: with a test and a Jack-o-lantern!
Just so that you don't forget your meanie teacher!
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Thursday, 8 October 2015
The Guernica Projects
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Imagine Dragons - On Top Of The World (Official Music Video)
Back at school...and we're feeling great! We're definitely on top of the world!
Sunday, 3 May 2015
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Food for thought!
Watch Actionaid's social experiment below and be prepared to talk about it in class. We'll be doing a worksheet and discussing racial discrimination.
Just a thought for the weekend....do you think racism will never knock at your door? I'm ready to prove you wrong! Be prepared for surprises...
Just a thought for the weekend....do you think racism will never knock at your door? I'm ready to prove you wrong! Be prepared for surprises...
Friday, 27 March 2015
Sunday, 15 March 2015
Picasso - Cranberries - U2
After having read about Picasso and discussed how his masterpiece Guernica effects us, the next lessons were devoted to two songs that express an antiwar message. Both songs well-known and both groups from Ireland...I'm guessing it's not a coincidence.
Sunday, 8 March 2015
Saturday, 21 February 2015
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Let it snow by Dean Martin *LYRICS*
Let it snow...as we started singing yesterday in class! Go outside and make a snowman!
Debate: The Internet does more harm than good....and the winner is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
On Friday 6th February ΓΑΓΚ2 had their first in-class debate on "The Internet does more harm than good". Winner: the Negative side. Congratulations to all those who participated on both Affirmative and Negative sides. A special thanks to our judges and time-keeper! WELL DONE!
Thursday, 22 January 2015
Saturday, 10 January 2015
If; by Rudyard Kipling : The Poetry Foundation
If; by Rudyard Kipling : The Poetry Foundation
If—
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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