Eyeballs, Jelly, and a College Professor

By the end of our Science lesson today, both boys were rolling around on the ground, clutching at their eyes, and begging me to “stop, for pity’s sake…just stop!

It started out benignly enough, but we soon ran into this in the textbook.   Read the first line:

The eye may look solid, but it really is not?  What?!  The boys were beginning to become alarmed.

Now go back and read the rest.  I’ll wait for you….

Eeewww.  Did you get that?  “…a tough material that holds the eye in the shape of a ball.”

So, what happens if we accidentally rip open our scleras?  Will our eyes ooze out of our heads?  I mean, we just learned that eyes aren’t solid, so logically…our eyes would ooze out of our heads!  So gross!

It got worse.  Next was this:

This was when Boy10 started to go limp with horror.  “The pupil is a hole in our eyes?  There are holes in our eyes?”  By the time he was done asking, his voice was a high-pitched squeak.  He was squinting at me when he asked, afraid to open his eyes all the way lest something fall into the hole in them.

And then there was the culmination of gruesomeness with this line:

The light travels through a clear jellylike substance?

That’s just so gross, I have to type it again—the light travels through a clear jellylike substance.

So, if your sclera breaks, on your non-solid eye, it really will ooze out down your face.  Oh disgusting!


Darling Husband had off work again today.  He came into the room just when I was telling Boy10 he could either work on his science homework or read his book.

Darling Husband’s ears perked up and he said, “He wants to do his science.  I”ll help him.”

“It’s just a workbook page about eyeballs.”

“That’s fine!”  And off they went.

The next thing I know, Darling Husband has created science experiments, delivered a compelling lecture and is holding a question/answer session in the kitchen.  There were homemade volcanos erupting and chemicals bubbling on the stove.

He does this every time.

See, Darling Husband’s master’s degree isn’t simply in “science.”   It’s in science, with an emphasis on teaching science.  And he teaches science part time at a college.

Did you catch that?  There’s a college professor living in my house with a master’s degree in teaching science.

I have no idea why I’m still the one teaching these kids science.


Picture of the day:

There was a pretty sunset when I was driving home from grocery shopping.  I pulled onto the side of the road for a picture.


16 thoughts on “Eyeballs, Jelly, and a College Professor

  1. I would think BY NOW you’d understand how having a Master’s Degree in teaching anything wouldn’t necessarily translate to a better teacher. I mean have I taught you nothing in all this time?????? And to reassure your boys (or to traumatize them further, not sure really) I’ll share a true story about Bridgette’s eyeballs. Hmm actually this sounds like a note! I shall post it promptly.

    • No, no! That’s the problem. He’s a waaaaay better science teacher than I am. I try, but then he swoops in with his knowledge and passion and turns science class into a day at Disneyland.

      I read your eyeball story. I love your eyeball story!

  2. Thanks for reminding me that I have to do a post about the time a got a rusty flake of metal in my eye and couldn’t see a doctor for a week because I was 17 and AWOL from the Navy and the rust spread in the white part and I had to have it drilled out with a super small drill with a fiber optic wire running through the middle of it. You really haven’t lived until you have a clamp holding your eye open and are watching the point of a drill moving steadily closer.

  3. Oh boy…this is news to me. And to think that dissecting this cow eye ball that I’ve had floating around the house since MACHE was on the agenda this week. Maybe I’ll just have to take the plunge and have the kids dissect it tomorrow. I mean, I AM kind of tired of finding it in the fridge or falling out of the school supply cabinet – wherever someone thinks it ought to be at the time. *chuckle* Now to find directions so I don’t end up with a blob of eyeball ooze after I cut the sclera.

    • What providence that you read these blogs this week. Now you’ll know to hang on to that eyeball tight so it doesn’t shoot around the room when you try to cut through the sclera. Let us know about the eyeball jelly. Of course, maybe it has to be at 98.6 degrees for it to be jellylike. Maybe it hardens, like if you leave a Cadbury egg lying around too long, and the gooey fondant gets crunchy.

  4. So your boys probably don’t want to know what I paid a nice surgeon a nice chunk of change to do to my eyes a few years ago so that I don’t need glasses or contacts any more? 😉 Yes the eyes are quite fragile but as it turns out in capable hands you can take a scalpel to them and they are better than new ;D

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