She blinded me with it:
Science!I've been in interested science for as long as I can remember; that is, I was always trying to figure out how shit works. I would take things apart, looking at what made 'em run. It was clear from the get-go that I couldn't be a doctor, though, because I couldn't figure out how to put my disembowled stuff back together again.Then I stumbled into high school, and realized that science was the subject in which I consistently a) seemed to do well, and b) didn't fall asleep. So, feeling plucky, I enrolled at Oberlin College as a Biochem major. Upon realizing that Biochemistry didn't impress the ladies, I shopped around for something else. Fine. I confess. I lie. Many of my other talents ensured that I wouldn't impress the ladies, but I saw a course in Neuroscience being offered. Brains seem cool. I took it. I loved it. I decided that this was something I could do. Something I could sink my teeth into. And so on and so on, I did the college major gig: taking classes, doing the labs, doing research and whatnot. Then I realized I needed to decide what to do with my life. To make this decision, I decided to prolong the decision. I employed a small aphorism told to me by my freshman-year roommate, Josh. He said, "Grad school is the snooze-bar on the alarm clock of life." Sounded good to me. I took two years to hone my research skills and have a bit of fun before entering graduate school in Neuroscience. So that's where you find me. I'm working on my Ph.D. in Neuroscience. I'm looking at the nuts and bolts of how our brains develop, specifically, how your brain teaches itself what it needs to know by living and experiencing the world. More on that later. |
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