April 1, 2009
Theme Thursday - Ten
The Metric System was introduced in my school when I was TEN. I think it was adopted by Canada one or two years earlier but I definitely remember being introduced to it in Grade 5.
Being based on the number TEN, the metric system should be simple, but I don’t find it so. It has no meaning for me; no personality, no soul.
I guess I must have picked up the Imperial system effortlessly in the years leading up to the 5th Grade. Now it’s ingrained.
Kilometres I can handle. I’m used to temperature in Celsius but Farenheit is much more specific. Cooking – I use cups, teaspoons and pounds. Height – feet and inches. 186 cm means nothing to me. It means nothing to my son who is over 30 years younger than me. Centimetres! Are you kidding? He’s 5 foot 10.
Weight – I always weigh myself in pounds, despite the much higher result. I have an English cousin who still talks about her weight in stones. As in “I’ve lost ½ a stone”. Archaic. But no more so than tablespoons or yards.
But hey, the original definition of a metre, officially adopted by France, was 'one ten-millionth of the distance between the North pole and the Equator along the meridian of Paris'. That’s pretty crazy too.
Roger Daltry doesn’t sing “I can see for kilometres and kilometres and kilometres. Oh yeah”
100 centimetres might make a metre but 12 inches makes a Ruler.
picture lifted from www.npl.co.uk