May or may not have had a dance party in celebration of the greatest number ever. (Yes, I'm partial because it was my volleyball and soccer number.) We were in math, working in two small groups. My group started silently dancing and jumping around in the back of the classroom to see if the other group noticed - it took them a little while, but pretty soon everyone was up and dancing around for the remainder of that minute, complete with countdown to 11:12 as we neared the final seconds of this historic event.
Best. Math. Class. Ever.
Later in the day, I also told the students that we could celebrate at 12:11, 1:11, etc. They looked at me puzzled. When I asked them why this would be perfectly legitimate, a few of the students got excited when they realized it was because of the different time zones. Well, as luck would have it, when 2:11 rolled around, we celebrated (again) - this time, though, it was for 11:11 in the Alaskan time zone.
It's quite funny how excited (well, more like dramatic) the students acted during our celebration. But hey, it was a good way to let out the sillies. And, you have to admit, we all get those from time to time.
"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional."
-- Tom Wargo
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