An Adventure Through Time

And my experience is furthered…

Today, I had the pleasure of gaining yet another accomplishment which I can cite as a part of my collective experiences: I set myself on fire.

I was in the 6th grade science room at CMS, trying to conjure a lesson for the Science Adventures class that would take place next Tuesday, when I realized that the kids might enjoy seeing a sustained flame suspended over a sample of isopropyl alcohol. So, naturally, I decided to attempt this with absolutely no safety gear or proper equipment whatsoever.

I grab a mason jar and fill it with alcohol as a small crowd of children gathers around me, their mouths flowing an unstoppable torrent of questions. I then proceeded to light multiple wooden objects on fire and lower them into the jar.

This did not work.

So, I then covered a plate in a layer of the alcohol and set it ablaze. To my wonder, the fire spread wonderfully and was very successful. I then realized that I had prepared no way to smother the flames and went to slide the plate into the sink next to me. My mind registered no danger as I felt a liquid run over my left hand. As I placed the plate in the sink, I began to hear a whooshing sound near my left ear where my hand was. This was anomalous to me, and I turned and realized that half of my left hand was covered in green flame.

My thoughts were, basically, “Oh. Well, that’s great.”

The room smelled of my flesh for the next hour.

Sherlock… How?

He’s dead… He’s not dead… I DO NOT UNDERSTAND! HOW?! HOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW?! STEVEN MOFFAT, ARE YOU WAITING FOR THE INTERNET TO SOMEHOW COME UP WITH THE WAY IN WHICH SHERLOCK FAKED HIS DEATH?!