The Heated Room (Physics Poem)

The Heated Room

In a classroom far, far away,

A tragic tale was told;

The students could not say,

For then all mayhem would unfold.

For this classroom was undiscovered,

Tables and chairs in perfect order;

All the equipment in this room now uncovered,

With the professor up front playing his recorder.

They walk slowly into the room,

Feeling the warmth from the vents;

The professor stands at the front next to the broom,

And has a problem in which he presents.

The problem he states,

Is that this room is too hot;

How can we learn at temperatures increasing at these kinds of rates?

He calls for an answer and chooses the class big shot.

The student stands up,

And adjusts his shirt;

Takes a sip of water from his cup,

And began to flirt!?

With the lady he met via tweet,

She was definitely not caring;

And said lets concentrate on heat,

Not the ugly shirt you’re wearing.

The student tried addressing the problem at hand,

And the professor looked back with concern;

The student said heat was the reason he tanned,

But after taking physics this wasn’t true from what he had learned.

The reason human skin tans,

Is due to a process called radiation; not the process of conduction,

Where heat transfers from hot plate to pan.

He continued to speak,

About the idea of heat and all that he has learned thus far in class;

The first week of class his ideas were week,

But after a semester he knows all about heat and ideal gas.

The conflict arose at the front of the class,

Where the professor was standing with his still feet;

The student was not addressing the question and asked for a pass,

With the professor responding with ‘tell me all you know about heat!’

The big shot was panicked and flustered in front of his peers,

But then recalled all the information he had studied and learned in his past;

He put aside all of his public speaking fears,

And he opened his mouth in response to the problem that was asked.

He said heat is described by thermodynamics,

And learned this by watching his dad weld as a real life mechanic.

The room is indeed scorching and hot,

And I will tell everyone how we can cool it off;

Let’s turn off all the lights, because extra heat comes from each lamp’s watt,

Give me one moment while I clear my throat with a cough.

To clear this room of all the hot air,

The easiest solution will be to open some windows;

With the opening these windows, I can hereby swear,

That temperature will decrease after we are exposed.

With heat it flows,

From areas of high heat to areas of low;

By opening these windows it will get cold, but thank goodness we all have on clothes.

He turns the knob, flinging the window open and the class responds with a chilly ‘whoa!’

As you can feel,

The room temperature has fallen;

I must close the window and close the knob’s wheel.

But don’t worry fellow students, I have found my calling!

By opening the window heat has dispersed,

As outside it is indeed cooler;

So now the feeling of warmth in this room has most definitely reversed,

The big shot then sat back in his seat feeling like he stated some humor.

The professor said adequate explanation son,

But you really need to pay attention and focus your head;

Because next time I ask a question you could be the one,

Who has to stand up and try to not stand there again like a box of lead.

The room is cool,

And problem is over;

The student gained academic fuel,

So he won’t stand up alone again, as another embarrassed loner.

-Lucas Wilson