So, you'll notice, I haven't posted anything on this blog in seven years (though, I have a large number of unfinished drafts).
In that time, I have attended four colleges, graduated one of them, had eight jobs, and five volunteer positions.
Crazy, right?
I have a B.S. in Biology now and I'm a grad school dropout. Nice.
Turns out, working and going to school makes you busy! Who knew!
Okay, okay, I'm not JUST a grad school dropout. I had a job interview recently and the interviewer told me I have a "very impressive resume." Thank you very much.
I call myself an "Aspiring Astronaut." If I could pick any job in the world and I would just get it without an interview or anything, that would be the one I choose. Of course, it's not that simple, and I have chosen one of, if not the, most difficult jobs to get into. But, the cool thing about striving to be an astronaut, is if you shoot for the Moon and miss, well, you're dead. Oh, no wait, I got my metaphors mixed up. I mean, if I try to be an astronaut and fail, I'm still set up in a way cool position to have a successful career. I was trying to be a civilian astronaut, and even went so far as to do 1/6th of a PhD. Turns out, I can't stand doing primary research. Let me tell you kids, it's not all that Shark Week cracks it up to be. I know a lot of the people featured on Shark Week (really!), and they do 51 weeks a year of sitting in an office reading and writing papers to do that 1 week of cool shark stuff.
I kinda hate that.
I got into biology originally with delusions of grandeur. I pictured 90% of my time outdoors catching and measuring fish. It is true, that there are some people that do that, but NASA wants their civilian astronauts to be groundbreaking scientists, doctors, and engineers, not some fisheries biologist that follows pre-established protocols to monitor populations. No shade to fisheries biologists, I would love to do that job.
Okay, so I don't have the patience to do primary research. What now?
Well, lots of self-reflection (and a couple of air shows) later, I realized I have a burning passion for military aircraft. Honestly, my social media pages feature more of the Blue Angels than the species of shark I was studying! I even have 24 hours of flight time! DUH what AM I doing?
I should have joined the Air Force Academy or done ROTC in college, but it's too late for that now, and now I'm in the process of joining the United States Air Force as a civilian with a B.S.
Will I get in? I don't know, but I'm hopeful. I graduated with honors in a STEM field, I have flight experience, I have a stellar academic and employment record, I am smart and driven, and every time I get on the treadmill I run faster (mostly out of sheer fear that if I don't pass the PT test I will have dropped out of a promising PhD program for nothing).
Will they let me be a pilot? Uncertain, but there's a lot of very cool, very important jobs that still allow me to touch active military aircraft.
Will I ever update my blog again in the future? WHO KNOWS
In that time, I have attended four colleges, graduated one of them, had eight jobs, and five volunteer positions.
Crazy, right?
I have a B.S. in Biology now and I'm a grad school dropout. Nice.
Turns out, working and going to school makes you busy! Who knew!
Okay, okay, I'm not JUST a grad school dropout. I had a job interview recently and the interviewer told me I have a "very impressive resume." Thank you very much.
I call myself an "Aspiring Astronaut." If I could pick any job in the world and I would just get it without an interview or anything, that would be the one I choose. Of course, it's not that simple, and I have chosen one of, if not the, most difficult jobs to get into. But, the cool thing about striving to be an astronaut, is if you shoot for the Moon and miss, well, you're dead. Oh, no wait, I got my metaphors mixed up. I mean, if I try to be an astronaut and fail, I'm still set up in a way cool position to have a successful career. I was trying to be a civilian astronaut, and even went so far as to do 1/6th of a PhD. Turns out, I can't stand doing primary research. Let me tell you kids, it's not all that Shark Week cracks it up to be. I know a lot of the people featured on Shark Week (really!), and they do 51 weeks a year of sitting in an office reading and writing papers to do that 1 week of cool shark stuff.
I kinda hate that.
I got into biology originally with delusions of grandeur. I pictured 90% of my time outdoors catching and measuring fish. It is true, that there are some people that do that, but NASA wants their civilian astronauts to be groundbreaking scientists, doctors, and engineers, not some fisheries biologist that follows pre-established protocols to monitor populations. No shade to fisheries biologists, I would love to do that job.
Okay, so I don't have the patience to do primary research. What now?
Well, lots of self-reflection (and a couple of air shows) later, I realized I have a burning passion for military aircraft. Honestly, my social media pages feature more of the Blue Angels than the species of shark I was studying! I even have 24 hours of flight time! DUH what AM I doing?
I should have joined the Air Force Academy or done ROTC in college, but it's too late for that now, and now I'm in the process of joining the United States Air Force as a civilian with a B.S.
Will I get in? I don't know, but I'm hopeful. I graduated with honors in a STEM field, I have flight experience, I have a stellar academic and employment record, I am smart and driven, and every time I get on the treadmill I run faster (mostly out of sheer fear that if I don't pass the PT test I will have dropped out of a promising PhD program for nothing).
Will they let me be a pilot? Uncertain, but there's a lot of very cool, very important jobs that still allow me to touch active military aircraft.
Will I ever update my blog again in the future? WHO KNOWS
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