Smarty Pants, Smarty T-Shirts
When I was in high school, there were 56 kids in my graduating class.
Process that for a minute.
Fifty-six graduating seniors. We were the smallest school around, unless you count that church school that was run out of someone's barn, I think they had 5 graduate that same year.
When I took physics in high school, there were 7 people in the class, and I was the only girl.
When I took calculus in high school, there were 12 people in the class, and I was one of two girls.
The benefits of this extremely low teacher to student ratio were that we a) got a lot of hands-on time with the teacher, and 2) we got to goof off...a lot. We could justify dropping eggs off the roof of the school into the parking lot (near the principal's car) as a lesson in trajectory and speed. We brought in copies of 'The World According to Garp" and "Lord of the Rings" and "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" and read them silently for the entire class period (the teacher did the same). We'd finish the prescribed lesson in 15 minutes and spend the rest of the time discussing space travel and how people would colonize various planets and if you trained your lungs, could you breathe underwater?
Does this make me a geek?
When I went to college, I took courses in communication, English, marketing, and theatre. I left math and science behind me. I graduated with a degree in Communication, with an emphasis on Telecommunication. I could work a light board, compute statistics for Nielson ratings, design PR pieces, conduct research, and mediate disagreements.
Basically, I could do everything and nothing.
Several years out of college, I got a job at an employment search company. They had a Radio Shack TRS-80 computer (does anyone remember these?), and I grew to love that monstrosity. It had these incredibly huge floppy disks (7 1/2") and was achingly slow by today's standards, and each time we had to modem information to our satellite office, I'd have to unplug my phone and do this complicated cabling thing to make the modem work...beep...boop...brrrrrrrrrrr!
I felt like the Queen of Data.
That job turned into another, and another, and now I design and test software for various websites and data hubs. I leave the programming to the guys, I'm just the devil-in-their-ears, doling out praise and helpful comments and demanding changes and pulling my hair out. Even though I don't write the code, I can understand it. The guys have always pulled me into their cubes and shown me what they're doing, explaining the commands and code and how it works with our systems, as they genuinely want to share their incredibly big brains with me.
I love my job. I tread the line between creativity and mathiness.
So I was especially geeked this morning to read Wil Wheaton's site and find some links to ThinkGeek, and some jaw-droppingly cool geek t-shirts. I like this one a lot. I also think this is cool but not sure who would get it without explaining the principle.
Take some time and peruse this site, especially if there's a computer guru in yer life. Even though I don't wear t-shirts to work, I can if I'm so inclined, so perhaps I'll put some of these on my Christmas list, and modify them with some strategic cutting of the neckline to show my decolletage, and flaunt SQL code on my uplifted breasts.