I’m pissed that my early childhood education fostered in me the belief that I don’t like science. PISSED! I feel like I got gipped out of years of wonder and exploration.
Science was taught to me in the driest, most boring way possible by teachers who I’m pretty sure never enjoyed the subject, either. I was told that in order to like science, you must be good at math, which I most certainly am not, and so I was given up on. And science must be the hardest subject to study, which I’m pretty sure I’m far from. Oh, and there was the whole Erin is good at the arts, so she must be bad at the sciences bull that was dumped all over me in high school.
That’s crap, right? I mean, “science” is such a blanket term, covering a vast family of knowledge and the pursuit of knowledge, really. Maybe I’m not totally in love with chemistry, but who says that should limit my interest in other fields or studies? Who says I have to work in a lab, or cannot simply be the lay-scientist, or even just a mild science-geek who enjoys thinking about the universe? It’s crap that negative public school experiences shadowed my entire education instead of encouraging me to explore wider.
In college, when I was enrolled in my required science classes, I truly excelled in them, much to my surprise. When I got somehow tangled up in the medical field after graduating with an English degree, I discovered that I was more into medicine than I’d suspected. I get giddy when listening to NPR’s Science Friday or watching NOVA. Now that I’m several years removed from formal studies, I am able to recognize and admit that some of the news, literature, and hobbies I enjoy the most really are scientific in nature!
So, I guess what I’m saying here is that I’m done with this idea that I’m not good at science, and I’m happy to be making up for lost time. I think I’ve been a closet nerd all along.



