To the Stars!

Who is this yammering, science-obsessed fool who dares to set foot on the internet?

That would be me. Call me Callie.

I have started this blog so that you may witness my yammering and take part in it, if you wish. Can one withstand such yammering for more than a paragraph? I’ll test your capacity now.

I am a nerdish, science-fiction-obsessed engineering student with a knack for writing and a calling to the stars. When I’m not doing homework, I am reading. Usually I read science fiction, or at least some good adventure story, but if I don’t have any books around, I’ll read even the back of a cereal box. My mind is hungry and starves when it has nothing to do.

Why on earth would you pick engineering, some have asked. If you must torture yourself, why not write? You’re good at writing, they say. I say, why torture myself with only writing when I can torture myself TWICE the amount by pursuing a solid education in the sciences? I am a bit of an academic masochist, after all. Besides, I need to show off what I’ve learned somehow, and I can’t simply wait until I have a degree to do so. So, I have started this blog to show off what I learn, what I can do with it, and how it is interesting and funny.

Back to the question. Why engineering? Simply put, it’s so that I can have a part in getting us into space. Sure, we went to the moon, and we have our dinky space station, but that isn’t conquering, is it? Providing there isn’t life on a planet to make a genocide of, I say that it is our God-given duty to explore, colonize, and make full use of every planet we can get our hands on. We only need to figure out a more cost-efficient way to get in and out of orbit first, which is why I have my eye set on aerospace engineering. (You’ll have to wait for another post on what my opinion is on what to do when we do encounter an already-inhabited planet. Or go watch some Star Trek.)

Yes, I know I probably won’t see a biodome on Titan within my lifetime. Yes, I know I probably will not get to be an astronaut myself.

But I’m not worried about myself. Even if I work my entire lifetime and never get to see the fruits of it, I will die happy knowing that it paved a path for future space colonists.

(Plus, at this point I believe it’s what God wants me to do. You can’t argue with God.)

If you’ve gotten this far and haven’t dozed off, trailed off, ran screaming, or felt the desire to steal my milk money during recess, you have the capacity to read and understand my yammering!

If you dare to set foot into the vortex of space-time with me, I say, to the stars!