Nitrogen fertilizer, gas chromatograph, flocculation, trace elements, soil horizons, mole conversions WHAAAA? That shall serve as my synopsis for Saturday’s affairs at the Science Olympiad.
As you may guess, I survived.
And by some weird and twisted luck, I managed to place second in both of the events that I competed in. Do I smell a touch of irony here, folks? The girl who was thrown into the mix at the last minute and who was very unenthusiastic to participate….. wins? My partner and I were the only ones to win our events for our school, with the exception of another kid on the team who won fourth in his event. Later, I found out that our victories weren’t just second places out of, saaay, ten schools. Try second place out of thirty-six schools. UM, craziness? I think it would be accurate to deem this a stroke of serendipity.
So, I sported my classy medals for the remainder of the night, reveling in the celebratory clink clink of the metal. Needless to say, I felt extremely geeky to be so overwhelmingly excited about winning Science Olympiad.
Oh, how cute, the little science olympian.
*Title of post credit goes to the lyrics of “Scientist Studies” by Death Cab for Cutie