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The Science Guy

Bill Nye was amazing. His lecture was funny, poignant, hopeful, personal, and highly informative. The gym in the RFC (our workout center at Morris) was packed with students of all ages. (A mom with her husband and their elementary school aged daughter and son sat in front of me. The girl thought that Bill Nye looked like he was “seventy.” A Google search revealed that he’s actually fifty-eight.)

There was a beautiful roar when he finally took the stage. Phones lit up the dramatic dimming of the lights. I sat in the bleachers next to Rory & Leon with blue hair. We were three of 1,700 people.

Bill Nye said that he doesn’t want to be around scientists who don’t appreciate poetry, or poets who don’t appreciate science. There were made up words for the different shades of shadows, some starting with X. His dad helped create the sundial while in a Japanese POW camp, with a shovel rammed into the stiff earth. Venus is so hot that the rain there never reaches the surface: it gets sucked back up in the thunderheads overhead. If there is life on Europa, we’ll know by flying through the geysers and counting the enumerable bugs on the windshield.

We can, dare I say it, help change the world! Laser bees are going to chop up oncoming asteroids.

And people say that science is boring.

M.B.B.
10/23/14
edited 5/26/2020

By Meghan B.

Hello! Thanks for checking out my blog! Despite being 29, I haven't lost my sense of child-like wonder for the world around me. I've been making up stories my whole life: My imaginative play with toys as a child has grown up with me, maturing into my imaginative wordplay with fantasy and sci-fi prose as well as free-verse poetry. I thrive on creating something with my hands and with my mind, using either my pen or my keyboard. When I'm not reading, writing, or knitting (or realistically, working), I'm watching Netflix, gaming, or hanging out with the people I love most: my friends, my family, or my boyfriend.

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