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(Message started by: Mr. Happy on Nov 22^nd, 2005, 7:32pm)

Title: Math
Post by Mr. Happy on Nov 22^nd, 2005, 7:32pm

Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2. I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While I tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.
Why do I tell you this?
Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:

Teaching Math in 50s
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?

Teaching Math in 60s
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?

Teaching Math in 70s
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?

Teaching Math in 80s
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

Teaching Math in 90s
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? (There are no wrong answers.)

Teaching Math in 2005
Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producion es $80 . . .

Title: Re: Math
Post by AussieBrian on Nov 23^rd, 2005, 3:57am

True story. I almost never visit fast-food places but I was cold and hungry on a motorbike journey south of Brisbane. I was the only customer in the place and ordered a hamburger and a can of soft drink.

She gave me a slip of paper with number 26 on it, got my food and drink, and put it on the counter in front of me.

She then turns left, walks ten paces to the far end of the counter and up three steps, grabs the microphone and says "NUMBER 26, YOUR MEAL IS READY". Down the steps, all the way back, and tells me to have a nice day.

By the time I could eat the thing it was cold, but still worth every cent.