beastlychic5
Nov 27, 2011
Undergraduate / 'the first day of my new job' - the 87th page of your autobiography [7]
I think I have finally finished so maybe yall can look at it...
Beep, beep, beep went my alarm at five o'clock in the morning; that day was the first day of my new job. Normally, I would push the snooze button once or twice to rid myself of that awful noise, but on this day I could not sleep so I jumped right out of bed and into the shower. Soon afterwards I was walking up to the building of my dream job, a NCIS forensic consultant, stomach churning as if it was the first day of school again. It was not easy gaining the opportunity to walk through the doors at Quantico, but I had worked hard for it. But why? Why was the most popular question I was asked when I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I use to tell them a simple answer "I do not really know", but now, as I walked through the doors of my new job I can actually answer the popular "why" question.
First, during high school I discovered my passion: science. I actually enjoyed learning about the anatomy of a human body or what happened when two chemicals mix. Science can take a person anywhere, though, but when I received my first forensics book as a Christmas gift I fell in love. Not only did it include science, but it was also a constant mystery that needed to be solved, like science itself. I remember when I, as a student in high school, had to participate in science fair. Finding the answer to my hypothesis was not exciting to me because I could get that extra good test score, but it was exciting because I had solved the mystery that was my experiment. At that point the "experiment" was not just an experiment, but it was a scientific "puzzle" now. That is when science went from being a subject, to a continuous puzzle to be solved.
"Ma'am," the receptionist at the front desk woke me from my whys, "I will show you to where you will be working."
As I followed her into the depths of the building, I returned to my thoughts. I loved science, but what else attracted me to the profession of forensic consultant? My love of helping others also impacted my attraction to forensics. Not many people think of the family that has been affected by a murder; they usually just think "how awful that a person has died" and move on, but I am empathic toward the family and want to relieve them of the pain as much as I can. If that means that I have to spend long hours in a lab or collect evidence for a whole day, then I will. Comforting that family by assisting in the arrest of the offender as a forensic consultant will make my day better than any rest or relaxation could.
Again, my thoughts were interrupted by the quiet receptionist, "Well, here you are ma'am. Please dial one if you need anything and I will help you if I can."
"Thank you very much," I responded back, "um, do you know if I have any meetings? I have not been able to talk to anyone today."
"As a matter of fact, you do have a meeting in five minutes in the boardroom."
"Great! You have been really helpful," I replied. Well, that is five minutes to get my thoughts together again. The last answer I could think of at the time to the why question was I love a challenge and becoming a forensic scientist has certainly been that. From staying up late studying the angles of blood splatter in the VCU library to reading about different weapon impressions in my dorm, nothing I have done has been particularly easy. A challenge keeps me thinking and I always desire to complete something that is a continuous trial in my life. Ups and downs or twist and turns have never fazed me and this new job as a forensic consultant to NCIS will not either.
"Now it is time to go to the boardroom," I think to myself. Even though my stomach starts churning again, I stand up and start walking towards the challenge and mystery of the day, feeling wonderful because I have finally found a spot in my life for my love of science combined with my desire to help others. I never forgot the pleasing feeling I had on that first day of work, because it was the same every day I walked through the doors of Quantico.
Thoughts? Too short???? Ugh I hope yall can help me out!!!
I think I have finally finished so maybe yall can look at it...
Beep, beep, beep went my alarm at five o'clock in the morning; that day was the first day of my new job. Normally, I would push the snooze button once or twice to rid myself of that awful noise, but on this day I could not sleep so I jumped right out of bed and into the shower. Soon afterwards I was walking up to the building of my dream job, a NCIS forensic consultant, stomach churning as if it was the first day of school again. It was not easy gaining the opportunity to walk through the doors at Quantico, but I had worked hard for it. But why? Why was the most popular question I was asked when I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I use to tell them a simple answer "I do not really know", but now, as I walked through the doors of my new job I can actually answer the popular "why" question.
First, during high school I discovered my passion: science. I actually enjoyed learning about the anatomy of a human body or what happened when two chemicals mix. Science can take a person anywhere, though, but when I received my first forensics book as a Christmas gift I fell in love. Not only did it include science, but it was also a constant mystery that needed to be solved, like science itself. I remember when I, as a student in high school, had to participate in science fair. Finding the answer to my hypothesis was not exciting to me because I could get that extra good test score, but it was exciting because I had solved the mystery that was my experiment. At that point the "experiment" was not just an experiment, but it was a scientific "puzzle" now. That is when science went from being a subject, to a continuous puzzle to be solved.
"Ma'am," the receptionist at the front desk woke me from my whys, "I will show you to where you will be working."
As I followed her into the depths of the building, I returned to my thoughts. I loved science, but what else attracted me to the profession of forensic consultant? My love of helping others also impacted my attraction to forensics. Not many people think of the family that has been affected by a murder; they usually just think "how awful that a person has died" and move on, but I am empathic toward the family and want to relieve them of the pain as much as I can. If that means that I have to spend long hours in a lab or collect evidence for a whole day, then I will. Comforting that family by assisting in the arrest of the offender as a forensic consultant will make my day better than any rest or relaxation could.
Again, my thoughts were interrupted by the quiet receptionist, "Well, here you are ma'am. Please dial one if you need anything and I will help you if I can."
"Thank you very much," I responded back, "um, do you know if I have any meetings? I have not been able to talk to anyone today."
"As a matter of fact, you do have a meeting in five minutes in the boardroom."
"Great! You have been really helpful," I replied. Well, that is five minutes to get my thoughts together again. The last answer I could think of at the time to the why question was I love a challenge and becoming a forensic scientist has certainly been that. From staying up late studying the angles of blood splatter in the VCU library to reading about different weapon impressions in my dorm, nothing I have done has been particularly easy. A challenge keeps me thinking and I always desire to complete something that is a continuous trial in my life. Ups and downs or twist and turns have never fazed me and this new job as a forensic consultant to NCIS will not either.
"Now it is time to go to the boardroom," I think to myself. Even though my stomach starts churning again, I stand up and start walking towards the challenge and mystery of the day, feeling wonderful because I have finally found a spot in my life for my love of science combined with my desire to help others. I never forgot the pleasing feeling I had on that first day of work, because it was the same every day I walked through the doors of Quantico.
Thoughts? Too short???? Ugh I hope yall can help me out!!!
