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1. Teaching Math In 1950...
A logger sells a truckload of timber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.
What is his profit? $____
2 Teaching Math In 1970…
A logger sells a truckload of timber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80.
What is his profit? $___
3 Teaching Math In 1990…
A logger sells a truckload of timber for $100. His cost of production is $80.
Did he make a profit?
__Yes or __No
4. Teaching Math In 2000…
A logger sells a truckload of timber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20.
Your assignment: Underline the number 20.
5. Teaching Math In 2015…
A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals
or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20.
What do you think of this way of making a living?
Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut
down their homes?
6. Teaching Math in 2021…
Math is Racist. Students no longer need any math skills to Graduate school.
2+2 = 4, or 22 what ever you feel is correct. There are no wrong answers, feel free to express your
feelings e.g., anger, anxiety, inadequacy, helplessness etc.
Should you require debriefing at the conclusion of the exam there are Counsellors available to assist you to adjust back into the real world.
AND YOU WONDERED WHY THEY NEED A COMPUTER TO MAKE CHANGE AT THE STORE??!?!
Busy day at the Pearly Gates
A petitioner tells St. Peter that his last day on earth was not a good one.
"I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed. She claimed she had just got out of the shower. Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too. I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover. I went onto the balcony of our 9th-floor apartment and found the guy clinging to the rail by his fingertips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive, I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and throw it over. It hit the man and killed him. At this point the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died."
Saint Peter thanked him for his story and sent him on to the waiting room.
The second applicant arrived. He also says that his last day was his worst.
"I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment and I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th-floor apartment but some idiot came rushing out on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot. I fell but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up I saw a huge chest falling toward me. I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit and killed by the chest."
Saint Peter couldn't help but chuckle as he directs the man to the waiting room.
Saint Peter, still chuckling, meets his third customer of the day.
He apologizes and says, "I doubt that your last day was as interesting as the last two fellows".
"I don't know," replies the man. "Picture this, I'm naked, hiding in a cedar chest....”