I agreed to let a high school student shadow me for three hours. (I work in a lab.)
He just left.
Damn. Just damn.
I must be getting old. I forget what it was like to be in high school.
He wreaked of pimple cream.
I couldn't stop thinking that HE could single handedly be the solution to the world's oil shortage.
I usually don't mind job shadowing, because the kids are usually pretty bright and interested
in what we do. .... usually...
And usually, they are girls. Nothing like a hottie high school girl following you around
pretending to be interested in you and what you do.
His high school offers all kinds of "AP" (advanced prep) classes.
You know... the classes that are transferrable to colleges for real college credits.
He could be taking AP calculus, AP chemistry, AP physics, AP english....
But he isn't taking any of them. Normal chemistry, normal physics.
He is a Junior, and is just now taking Geometry.
"why?" because his mom didn't think he could handle Algebra until he was a sophomore.
None of this would matter if he wanted to become a laborer or something.
But I knew he was shadowing me because he has an interest in chemistry and physics.
So I asked him where he wanted to take his life.
He said "my mom wants me to be a pharmacist"
I said "don't let your counselors, advisors, or mother tell you what to be. What do YOU want to be?"
He said "I'd either like to be a chemist, or an air force pilot". me ->
He went on to explain that he thought the airforce would
want him as a pilot
because he is fast and smart. Quick reflexes. "Great for dropping bombs."
At this point, I'm wondering how many X-Box 360 users fantacize about becoming an airforce pilot.
It reminds me of an episode of That 70's Show where Kelso says he wants to be
either an astronaut, or a rodeo clown.
I advised him that I was not familiar with what the military had to offer as far as
post service education, but that he should look into it if he was interested in serving.
I also advised him to find out what percentage of people who want to fly actually ever get
to touch a plane.
I took him to the machine shop where our machinist was cutting up steel plates for analysis.
One plate was 12x12x2" . He asked if I wanted him to save the scrap for target practice.
I said sure.
Kid says "target practice, on THAT???".
I said sure, but the bullet may or may not go all the way through depending on how hard the steel is.
Him ->
A while later, we walk past my desk and I hand him a BMG cartridge.
I said "bet you haven't fired one of those before".
He said "I thought you were talking about a BB-gun. My mom just threw mine in the
trash the other day and I had to dig it out".
okay.....................
And I just realized he didn't ask me either of the two most common questions I get asked.
Normally, high school age guys ask me if I know how to make drugs, or explosives.
Poor kid. I wonder how old he will be when he sees his first girl boob.