Interestingly

I've been working on my CAS speech pretty much all day. Since, like, 11 am this morning after I got back from the Waffle Shop with my parents. Until 3 pm when I decided to switch to doing math homework. Then at fencing practice after my lesson on my friend, Heather's computer. And now at the study hour in the piano lounge on the first floor of my building. It's taking me waaaaaaaaaaay longer than it should to write a 4 minute speech.

It's probably because I'm writing it on the Apollo missions 11 through 17. And that's a subject I am very interested in. So I've been reading every single site that I've found for my works cited. Yeah.

I'm just a nerd. As the wonderful John Green once said, " ...Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. We don't have to be like, 'Oh yeah that purse is okay' or like, 'Yeah, I like that band's early stuff.' Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can't-control-yourself-love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they are saying is, 'You like stuff', which is just not a good insult at all, like 'You are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness'. " I am a space nerd. But not just the science of it, like my major would imply. I love everything about flight and space and astronomy and the people involved. As I told some people at fencing earlier, if there was a class called, like, "The History of the Space Program" or "The History of Human Flight," I would take it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Alas, no such course exists. Luckily, I did go to Space Camp when I was 16. Don't believe me? Here's a picture:

Boom.

The flight suits fit a bit awkwardly, but whatevs.

I'm just really interested in this stuff. I keep thinking I'm on the fence about which side of aerospace I want to go into, but if I'm really  honest with myself, it's always truly been my dream to go to space. Well, not always. But ever since my mind was formed enough to realize my own potential. So, like, since 7th grade.

Also, interestingly, I was terrified of the idea of outer space as a young child. I remember sitting in my basement watching a show on the Discovery channel about the universe and how it's endless and impossible to imagine. As a kid who was one of the smartest in my class, the idea that I couldn't even imagine something freaked me out pretty badly. But now that I'm older, the idea of not being able to imagine something just fascinates me. Like infinity. Or being not-alive.

And now I've been writing this up for the past half hour instead of doing work. Okay.