When I was in 8th grade, I was able to take a STEM based engineering class. It was the first time the class was offered at my school, and it was noticeable in several places throughout the year. We had several projects that didn’t necessarily have a specific end goal in mind. Oftentimes, we would ask the teachers for some guidance, and they did not have much to offer. It was very much a “make it up as we go” kind of thing for both the teachers and the students. I loved every minute of it. I loved working with groups of different kinds of people where you didn’t really know what to expect when it came to who you were working with. But in the end, my groups always gritted through all the bumps and problems, and came up with a final product we could both laugh and feel good about. In high school, we had those classes, I just didn’t ever have the time in my schedule to take them. It’s not that I didn’t want to, I was just involved in other things. So I was without that spark that I grew to enjoy in 8th grade. A direct result of this was that I was not sure about engineering for my future career. Thankfully I decided to try it out this year. My engineering fundamentals classes brought me back to 8th grade. I got to work with some really great people in my groups. These classes completely reassured me that engineering is what I want to do.
I learned that people in my life, friends specifically, are going to come and go eventually. There are several people who I thought I was kinda close with, who I haven’t seen since a random Friday in march 2020. A few others that I’ve seen a few times since then. But it’s crazy. My circle has stayed about the same size, but it’s changed quite a bit. That’s something I took for granted in High School. Friendships were based around school, and now you actually have to make plans with old friends. I know that sounds silly, but no two high school kids have ever made plans to talk in the middle math class.
Before coming to school, I believe I had a good amount of mental strength. Well I changed as a person this year in that I got even more mentally stronger. Something about sleeping 30 hours a week for a few weeks in a row really put in perspective what I thought was hard. I gained more grit this year. The ability to just really crack down, bite the bullet, and make things happen.
I’ve never really been into polaroid pictures that much. Yet pinned on my bulletin board is a blurry-ish, cheesy picture of myself, carrying the Chicago bean on my shoulders. Feet spread wide. Chest held out. The confidence of a lion. Its my favorite picture of myself just because its so stupid, but so perfect. So yeah we drove down and toured Chicago for 2 days and it was so much fun. Not much of a plan. Just pent up energy and some free spirits roaming around the city.
It may be obvious at this point, but next year, I am just looking forward to being more normal. I know I haven’t heard “lemme share my screen…” or “professor, you aren’t recording this” for the last time yet, but I’m counting the days till I do. I know most people have forgotten the bliss of 2019, but I haven’t, and while it may not be back next year, or the year after that, It will be back eventually, I’m sure of it. Almost.