My best friend and I sat myself down, still soaking wet, into the nearest open seats. The camera panned to a stunning 3D shot of the International Space Station (ISS), and I knew that it was well worth the long wait.
In second grade, my class went on a trip to the Liberty Science Center. Unfortunately, it was one of the worst possible days to attend, and we arrived to see long lines of students in the front of the building. After only a few minutes of waiting outside, it began to rain. Since we didn’t bring jackets or umbrellas, everyone had to stand outside in the pouring rain and wait for half an hour to be admitted. Nevertheless, I was still incredibly excited about the trip. I had begged my parents to buy me an additional ticket to watch …show more content…
It was the first time someone asked me the all-important question: “What would you like to do when you grow up?” At the age of eight, I could barely pick what I wanted for lunch, much less decide on a lifelong commitment. I sat at home, pondering for hours on what career I wanted to write my essay on. I had few early talents—I mastered the art of dodging the ball in gym class and dabbled briefly in origami—but neither of them made for a very interesting essay, and I couldn’t see myself doing them as a career 20 years in the future. Since watching Space Station 3D, the NASA student site sat on the top of my regularly visited webpages. I enjoyed playing the minigames, especially one on spinoff technology. I found it fascinating how engineers used space technology to improve everyday life with inventions such as in-ear thermometers and cordless drills, and decided to write my essay on engineering. Still, I hadn’t done anything to prove myself as a future engineer. Engineers designed solutions, but my parents (lovingly) joked that I practically had a PhD in creating problems; I took apart my toys within hours of receiving them because I wanted to see how the wheels moved or where the music came from. The only rockets I ever designed consisted of soda cans, mentos, and huge
In second grade, my class went on a trip to the Liberty Science Center. Unfortunately, it was one of the worst possible days to attend, and we arrived to see long lines of students in the front of the building. After only a few minutes of waiting outside, it began to rain. Since we didn’t bring jackets or umbrellas, everyone had to stand outside in the pouring rain and wait for half an hour to be admitted. Nevertheless, I was still incredibly excited about the trip. I had begged my parents to buy me an additional ticket to watch …show more content…
It was the first time someone asked me the all-important question: “What would you like to do when you grow up?” At the age of eight, I could barely pick what I wanted for lunch, much less decide on a lifelong commitment. I sat at home, pondering for hours on what career I wanted to write my essay on. I had few early talents—I mastered the art of dodging the ball in gym class and dabbled briefly in origami—but neither of them made for a very interesting essay, and I couldn’t see myself doing them as a career 20 years in the future. Since watching Space Station 3D, the NASA student site sat on the top of my regularly visited webpages. I enjoyed playing the minigames, especially one on spinoff technology. I found it fascinating how engineers used space technology to improve everyday life with inventions such as in-ear thermometers and cordless drills, and decided to write my essay on engineering. Still, I hadn’t done anything to prove myself as a future engineer. Engineers designed solutions, but my parents (lovingly) joked that I practically had a PhD in creating problems; I took apart my toys within hours of receiving them because I wanted to see how the wheels moved or where the music came from. The only rockets I ever designed consisted of soda cans, mentos, and huge