I blame my ineptitude as a handyman on my mother, who decided to follow the unconventional route and teach me basic home repairs as a child. Learning to change a tire was a prerequisite to getting my license and if I came running that the toilet was clogged, my mother would sigh in disappointment, wondering where she had gone wrong. I would then be forced to observe, in the hope that osmosis would occur, as she skillfully moved her hands and the problem magically resolved itself.
Hiring a contractor to redo our hardwood floors was completely unnecessary. We lugged boxes of paneled flooring home from Sam's Clubs, laid down the insulation and started hammering. It was a reprieve from the scorching summer heat as I measured and calculated, typing numbers into my calculator faster than my mother could saw the panels down to size. The floor became a life-sized puzzle of ingenuity and cunning skill as I manipulated the boards, measured right angles and 60° angles and then crossed out my work and restarted.
I don't pretend to be a professional. There are gaps in the floor and places the panels have begun to buckle. But this floor is my sanctuary. It is the product of my mind doing what I love most: configuring and constructing, building and repairing. I have lost all apprehension for the conglomeration of home improvement projects that now define my house because I have learned to incorporate my passion for science into the small opportunities I find before me. The formulas for calculus and physics may be the same ones I used on my hardwood floor, but I hope to put those formulas to use beyond my floor so I can help build the foundation of medical research and lifesaving treatment.
Hiring a contractor to redo our hardwood floors was completely unnecessary. We lugged boxes of paneled flooring home from Sam's Clubs, laid down the insulation and started hammering. It was a reprieve from the scorching summer heat as I measured and calculated, typing numbers into my calculator faster than my mother could saw the panels down to size. The floor became a life-sized puzzle of ingenuity and cunning skill as I manipulated the boards, measured right angles and 60° angles and then crossed out my work and restarted.
I don't pretend to be a professional. There are gaps in the floor and places the panels have begun to buckle. But this floor is my sanctuary. It is the product of my mind doing what I love most: configuring and constructing, building and repairing. I have lost all apprehension for the conglomeration of home improvement projects that now define my house because I have learned to incorporate my passion for science into the small opportunities I find before me. The formulas for calculus and physics may be the same ones I used on my hardwood floor, but I hope to put those formulas to use beyond my floor so I can help build the foundation of medical research and lifesaving treatment.