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The Mudd-y History of Special Relativity as arranged to the tune of Tetris

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To Mudd I came seeking knowledge

But theyíre making me work til Iím dead.

The Writ 1 kids have it so easy

No numbers or terms in their heads.

The students of Mudd are not sleeping

But think how much rest we could get

If we could create a Physics AE

That cared for poor frosh like me:


I am the one who arranges the terms

That descend upon us from Special Rel.

I move them around to cancel them out,

But the lines of math wonít disappear.

Sometimes it seems that to move terms is fine

And the terms will be cancelled in the end.

Then I see that I have misjudged!

I should not have squared it after all.

Can I have a minus please?

So that I can cancel these cís.


I am the one who arranges the terms

That continue to come from Special Rel.

Letís get it right! Let the students unite!

A collective regime of space and time.

I work so hard in arranging the terms

But the graders just wonít accept my lies.

But the students will rise! We will not compromise

For we know that the rhino will not die.

Long live squirrels, rhinos too.

We salute thee, gamma and nu!


I am the one who arranges the terms

That continue to come from Special Rel.

The invariantís the same (independent of frame)

A collective regime of space and time.

I have no choice in arranging the terms

Under Einsteinís new rules, what he says goes.

The rule of the game is that c is the same

And my terms must transform by his three rules.

Long live Vatche! He loves you!

Sing these words, or you know what heíll do... (drink your blood!)


I am the one who arranges the terms

That are written by T. M. Helliwell.

They come twice a week and they donít skip a beat

While weíre working to ace the next exam.

I am the one who arranges the terms

That will make all the gammas go away.

The gammas are gone and the problem is done

And Robespierre wonít die today!

We shall Tex; forever more!

We shall start a laser war!


I am the one who arranges the terms

While Iím solving this complicated math.

Hip hip hurrah for the gamma factor!

We are sending the rhinos out to space.

I work so hard synchronizing the clocks

But photons are one thing we canít race.

Whatís the point of it all, when the clock starts to lag

And thereís no universal reference frame.

Pointless work for pointless grades

We will never be the same.


I am the one who arranges the terms!

But tomorrow I think Iíll stay in bed.

The problems are long, Iím getting them wrong

I wish that I was in Writ instead.

Maybe weíd be better off

If we went to ask the prof.

I am the one who arranges the terms!

That continue to come from Special Rel.

The sun just blew up! All the photons erupt!

Tell me, when will they reach the moving ship?

The ship goes away, but it still sees the ray

Tell me, when in our frame did the sun explode?

Sun explode, sun explode!!


And now the class is done, the finalís won.

Thereís students cheering on the lawn.

When in Writ 1, do not despair

Thereís students in Spec Rel somewhere.

Our intuition sucks much less

But physics has become a mess.

And now that Peterís lecturing,

Whoíll write on the wall?


So we reject Sir Newtonís laws

And now Lorentz will fix the flaws.

Your paradigm will be replaced

For weíre connecting time and space.

We shall rejoice and pass this class,

We shall reveal the truth at last.

We shall arrange the terms and Tex;

Forever and a day.


PassFail Frosh!!!


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