Periodic Table of Brownies: The Limit of My Scientific Understanding
When I first started college, I was pretty convinced I was going to go into medicine, psychiatry, to be precise, and started my freshman year on the pre-med track. This meant biology, chemistry, and their accompanying labs. Somewhere in the middle of the second semester, I realized that I was terrible at chemistry, and even the help of a tutor (who patiently and repeatedly walked me through chemical reactions and equations) was not enough to get me much past a low C. Thankfully, I did have the brains to realize my talents lay in the humanities, and made the switch to history and foreign languages. Life (and my grade point) got back on track. Since then, however, I've always had a deep appreciation/admiration for the sciences, and those individuals that make them their profession....doctors, physicists, chemists, biologists...they all do things that my literature-minded brain can barely grasp. So when Dan Siegal-Gaskins founded the Columbus S...