Montessori Personal Statement

After surveying all of the options for my education as a child, my parents chose to send me to a Montessori school in central Chicago. This decision would end up shaping the rest of my life, as it put me in an environment where I could explore my fascination with everything mechanical. This fascination came from an intrinsic desire that I have to understand how things work, so naturally I channeled that interest and the destructive tendencies of a young boy into taking everything apart that I could get my hands on. Once I was introduced to Lego bricks, my passion for everything mechanical only continued to grow. By the time I was around ten years old I was building everything from mechanized octopod walkers to construction equipment. My …show more content…
I helped them pay for the car with the money I had earned that summer while working at the Shedd Aquarium. Even though the car was ten years old, I was not concerned with being able to do the maintenance. The primary thing that needed to be serviced, due to the mileage of the car, was the supercharger which needs to have its oil changed in order to maintain its longevity. I also planned to change the engine oil, gearbox fluid, spark plugs, air filter, accessory belt, and coolant. When I was talking to my parents before I started working on the car, they were entirely confident even though they knew how far apart the car had to …show more content…
My parents joked with me about how the workbench in my garage looked like an operating room prior to a surgeon getting to work. In fact that was a pretty accurate assessment, as the car would basically be having open heart surgery. While servicing the supercharger may sound simple, it is in fact incredibly complex because of its location in the engine bay. Getting it separated from the engine block requires taking off the bumper, crash structures, wheel liners, radiator, AC condenser, alternator, intercooler, belt tensioner assembly, oil dipstick tube, throttle body and many other parts. I called on my friend for help in this task, as there were things that definitely require two sets of hands. When parts were coming off the car, I made sure to keep them organized so I didn’t lose anything. At first we talked and listened to music while working, yet as the hours dragged on conversation ceased. I was too tired and too focused to make any pretense of social interaction. I stopped working around three in the morning and I was a greasy and sweaty mess, yet I didn’t really mind. I just wanted to sleep enough to begin working again the next day. I woke up sore beyond belief, and I noticed scrapes and bruises that I had ignored the day before. Still determined to get work done, I trudged out to the garage and surveyed the state of the car. What played out before me was a scene