They disappointed me unforgiving when they dropped the size of their $4.00 Large Frosty down to 12 oz. I was like no, I ordered a large and she said, "Yeah, this is a large." It was the same size as the little white cup they give you when you ask for water.
Driving a Cybertruck in the game would be like being a child molestor in the penitentiary. Other inmates may have beef with one another and be ready to shank a mfer if they get froggy; but if a child molester joins the cell block, they team up on him first.
Holy shit, this is classic. The next time I let my ADHD get the better of me and I accidentally click on a link in a spoof phishing email (and, yes, try to log in to whatever account they told me there was a problem with because I'm an idiot, you're so perfect, shut up) sent as a test by the IT department which results in them requiring me to take some KnowBe4 refresher course, I'm sending them this article and telling them "This one is a freebie."
I think the students are ready and quite capable of such sophistication. They're just too distracted with sharing memes.
(Oh, I know, my middle schoolers do alright as long as our figures are two-dimensional, and my high school geometry students do very well; I just wanted to say the magic, fun, wink wink word again. 🙂)
Scaling, in general, is the least common middle school transformation covered by state curriculum as far as depth of knowledge is concerned, at least where I've taught. Students just aren't ready at that age to calculate something as sophisticated as the scale factor contributing to an object's loss of size.
I teach these basic transformations as part of my middle school math classes, and I was completely loss as to why they didn't include a reflection, but then I realized a reflection wouldn't be that interesting because it could be indistinguishable from a translation.
I can read UPC, ISBN, and EAN bar codes. Tear the numbers off the bottom, hand me the lines, and I can tell you the numbers you tore off. Also, if you give me any specific date on the Gregorian calendar (on or after October 15, 1582), I can tell you the day of the week it was or will be on.
Finally...way less interesting...but I have a Master's degree in math and have taught elementary, middle school, high school, dual credit, and college math classes.
Maybe it's just my corner of the world, but I don't think I've been in a fast food joint in the last ten years and found a single eating surface that wasn't covered in the trash of the previous person who sat there, sticky, or both. The employees just don't seem to be keeping the places clean and, to be honest, I don't blame them. Make the food, take the money, call it a day. Minimum wage gets minimum effort, and I dig it. But because I am autistic and can't stand sticky tables, I get it to go.
Eat it with your hands? Not on my watch.