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Chocolate Chaos

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May 15, 2013

Chocolate Chaos by `Halatia Sometimes, a good pun is comedy gold.

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Halatia

Published: Dec 10, 2010

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Random pastry movement: brownie in motion.

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TRUE STORY:

When I first heard about random particle movement, I was in 8th grade. And all I heard was “brownie in motion,” which, while odd, didn’t seem any stranger than any other phrase I’d heard in my science career.

Fast-forward seven years to my Modern Physics class in college. It was then that I learned the phrase was “Brownian motion,” but only after telling my brownie in motion story to my fellow physics majors. They were pretty appalled, but it seemed to explain their curiosity behind why I was always the person boosting the test curves by failing everything.