A childhood dream, finally put to rest
Friday, July 25th, 2008
I just wanted to go to the moon….see the Earth from up above…..have the stars shining around me.
Was that too much to ask? Apparently, for NASA.
A family friend of ours works for NASA. Since taking Astronomy in freshman year with the wonderful Professor Dan Reichart (who had a marvelous way of explaining things, like “Imagine the universe to be like a big batch of blueberry muffin batter. The blueberries are the galaxies, and as the batter bakes, the blueberries get farther and farther apart. The universe is expanding!”), I’ve always engaged NASA Uncle in conversations about astronomy, space flight, and physics….to the limit that my legal brain allows.
So, when he recently told me I could apply to be an astronaut through NASA’s civilian astronaut application program….I….WAS…..PUMPED.
Seriously. What child doesn’t want to be an astronaut….and now, a NASA guy is telling me I CAN BE? WOOOOOOOT.
Except…..
I have to have a degree in math or science. And no, Political Science doesn’t count.
The progression of thought:
1. Stupid NASA.
2. I should’ve been a biologist like my parents.
3. Stupid NASA.
4. I wonder if I can still go back to school and get a math or science degree?
5. Am I kidding? Who’s gonna pay for that?
6. Am I kidding? I got a C in Geometry.
7. Stupid NASA.
8. Stupid NASA.
9. Now I just have to get really rich and buy a ticket.
10. Yeah, right.
11. Stupid NASA.
le sigh. RIP my childhood dream. RIP.
