Me At The Science Fair
With the thought of returning my slightly overdue book to the library I reached the college gate
when I saw a message from my classmate, Alan inviting us to visit the student’s
science fair happening inside campus. Since it had been ages since I’ve had any
contact with science, I decided to give it a shot.
Personally, I
had not taken part in any science fairs at all. However back in school, once
our teacher requested students to come up with ideas since she was hosting one
in our sports room. Me, who just had the most stupendous idea suggested that I
figure out something to deal with radioactive waste. Although I did not plot a
working plan yet it seemed like an idea that soars above all ideas. Either way after
a stunned response that showed that something like uranium can’t be brough to
school, I duly resigned from scientific ideas.
As I met my friend, I came across the group of
ninth graders he had helped 3D print a working organ pipe. All of them were
pretty excited to show their creation. I looked closely at the intricate weaving
of the material that made the instrument. Fascinating stuff indeed! Come to
think of it you earlier associate machines with bland corporatized generic
creations, while hand crafted materials being works of art. Looking at the
delicate precision work done here, it truly looks like something you would put
in a museum.
I took a
stroll while my friend held down his fort. I came across another little science
gadget. Couple of kids made this little video game in a pager like machine, which
looked like one you would find in the 80s. Fun stuff though. There was another
little puzzle toy made with a laser cutter. However it was the biology
department that caught my interest most. Having a once great relationship with
the subject I easily recognized many of the exhibits; the chromosome models, the
plant culture and whatnot. A student had a poster showing dominant and recessive
everyday characters like when folding hands, clenching fist, rolling tongue and
so on. Felt proud of be recessive in some of those cases! (No, not an X- man sadly)
As I carried
on, I saw a 4-foot-tall rocket model made out of Plaster of Paris and PVC pipes.
As any other guy would do, I stood for a minute and stared. Back home, we had a
field trip once to an exhibition held by the ISRO where they had rocket models as
tall as two floors and live sized satellites. Here too, although not as tall,
it was a great model.
I could not stay until the prize ceremony but it was a great fair. It is truly something to see students from different schools all dedicated in their work and excited to talk about it. I admit that my rusty Tamil didn’t help me much in some stalls but it was a nice experience too learning a new thing in each stall. Wishing them7 a bright future!
Until next time!
Comments
Post a Comment