Curiosity killed the cat they said, but people often forget it the satisfaction that brought it back. Throughout my childhood, I have been intrigued by everything around me. There was never a stone left unturned. Question after question after question, I asked until I was satisfied with the answer; it often drew my elementary teachers insane. As I grew older, I matured and learned more, but my childhood curiosity still lingered with me. In middle school, I was introduced to a club called science olympiad. While at first, I was weary to join -- memorizing textbooks and takings test wasn’t something I wanted to do for fun -- I soon found myself relishing in the task of mixing chemicals and doing lab tests. However, when it was time for the state competition, I was thrown last minute into two other events on top of the ones I was already in. I was only given a couple weeks to prepare. …show more content…
One of these events required me to build a conductivity tester.
To anyone who has built one, they know it is a relatively easy task. I, on the other hand, or as a 6th grader, struggled to figure it out and only succeeded after hours of remaking it. The day of the competition, my partner forgot to bring the tester to the competition. Refusing to go without one, we quickly ran the nearest RadioShack at MSU. With the money we had for lunch, we tried to buy as many of the parts as we could or at least that I could remember. My partner and I walked out hoping for the best, but we only had an hour to make it and no phones or computers to refer to. Having spent so much time making the original, I had a vague recollection of what to do. My hands forged the final creation on their own, but something was off. When I tested against different metals, the results were a little off. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure it out, so I tried again tweaking the steps as I went
along. With less than twenty minutes to go, I recalled my dad using electrical tape for one of his projects. The tape could be used to insulate the bare wire and keep everything together. RadioShack did not have it, so as a last resort I sprinted to the other side of campus to the building events. I figured someone there would have extra tape, and I was right. The tape was the golden key to making us successful. This experience was one that has stuck with me for quite a while. My quick thinking, creativity, and persistence led me to success.
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