THERE'S ONLY ONE REASON WHY I WASN'T A SCIENTIST

My high school Biology insect collection. I worked harder on that project than any except for term papers. And I blubbed it badly.

The picture of the dragon fly was my reminder. I chased a couple all over the back part of Oakwood Cemetery one Saturday and finally captured one. It wasn't the best one I had ever seen. It wasn't the best one I saw that day, but he was accessible and I snagged him.

I must have garnered up twenty insects totaled. I was ready to pin them on the board. I had all the right materials. But I didn't have adept 15-year old hands. Oh, I could catch a baseball and block the plate with the best of them, but not put a pin in just the right location on a dragon fly.

You guessed it. Alice in Wonderland captured it perfectly, "Off with their heads." With some glue, I reattached it, but it was miserable looking. Ditto for my project. Result: D+

I knew next year in Chemistry, I would make my mark as a budding scientist. Well, I made my mark, all right. Mr. Wayman, that is, made my mark. And it in no way led me to believe that chem was in my future. At least they don't use slide rules any more, for my hands were no more adept for them than the Biology project. Wait a minute: maybe it wasn't my hands after all. Maybe it was, gulp, my brain. Naugh.