Though always a good student, the arts and literature were my bailiwick. I had to work hard at math and science to get good grades. Thus, when Mr. Perkins, who I had for 7th and 8th grade science, announced that we all had to do a project for the Science Fair, I struggled for an idea. This was in 1965 and I was a mere 7th grader. We had to put together a visual presentation and report. This would represent a large portion of our grade for that card-marking period (three within the term). I decided to make a model of an atom from clay, wire and push pins with a report to go along. The nuclear age was upon us and this seemed like a good idea. I had never been to a Science Fair and really didn’t know what to expect.
While I am an avid admirer of the visual arts (and have been involved in art museums for years), I am truly not good at creating anything visual or craft-based. I am in awe of those who can. Still, I bought the necessary supplies, read up on the topic and began. It was actually much more difficult than I expected it would be to get the wire to stay in shape, the push pins to pierce the wire to give the desired effect, the clay to stay in shape to represent the nucleus. Nothing hung the way I envisioned it. And I chose hydrogen – a very simple atom. I finally got it all together, made the “booth” out of my father’s shirt cardboards, did my simple report and brought it to the school gym at the appointed time.
I looked around with astonishment. The other projects were much more elaborate. Humiliation seeped into every pore of my body, but it was too late. We left our projects to be judged. Ribbons were awarded. Mine took green; the lowest possible. Eighth grader Jon Polk had worked for a year experimenting with the thyroids of rats. His experiments, documented with the skinned hides of several of his specimens, tacked to the board with growth charts showing how the experiments with the hormone had affected the rats, not only took first place at our school, but went on to win at the district level in Greater Detroit. His was an outstanding effort.
Meanwhile, back in class, Mr. Perkins inquired what happened to me. This was not up to my usual standard and my grade reflected that. Accustomed to getting “A’s”, I was horrified. I acknowledged my error in underestimating the complexity and importance of the assignment (also, my total ineptitude at putting together a decent visual presentation) and asked what forms of extra credit could I do to bring my grade up, which I willing undertook for the rest of the semester. I don’t recall what forms those extra assignments took, but I know I did them diligently (as I always did) and managed to scrape out an “A” for the whole term.
My husband and two kids still talk rings around me. “Tech talk” is the norm when we sit at family meals. I smile vacantly, just pleased that we are all together, and strain to understand what they are discussing. It is a different type of intelligence, I once told my husband, and challenged him to sing an aria or recite a Shakespearean monologue. We all have our own strengths.
Retired from software sales long ago, two grown children. Theater major in college. Singer still, arts lover, involved in art museums locally (Greater Boston area). Originally from Detroit area.
I blame your teacher for not giving you any guidance with this project! Amazing how these early missteps can haunt us for life.
Thinking back, it is true that in my memory, there wasn’t enough guidance (who can say what the truth was). But you are correct; the missteps haunt us for life, as they were singular events that take on larger-than-life meaning.
I had a similar experience, even though math and science WERE my bailiwick. As Patricia observed, Mr. Perkins could certainly have explained the expectation more clearly, and coached and guided you better as the science fair approached and your project took shape. Kudos to him, however, for finding ways for you to make up your grade.
Did you do another project for 8th grade?
I believe the Science Fair was a bi-annual event, so I only participated once while in junior high (thankfully). I remember Jon Polk’s rat cages in Mr. Perkins’ room during my 7th grade year. He’d often come in and check on them, feed them, measure them, etc. and he was an 8th grader, so that experiment ran for at least a year.
I’m with you, Betsy, arts and literature all the way! As you’ll see from my story, I am not a science person either. Personally, I think making a model of an atom sounds like a great project, so boo to Mr. Perkins!
Thanks, Suzy, but my project paled in comparison to many others and as I recall, Mr. Perkins wasn’t a judge, or at least wasn’t the only judge.
Ah, the horror of not meeting expectations – and in public! I remember how that felt. So glad, however, that you managed to get an “A” after honorably doing “extra credit.”
Your story generated great empathy, Betsy. Poor you, amidst the supergeeks for whom I have the greatest respect. But to walk in, and see the work surround you! While working at a non-profit educational organization, I served as a judge for a national middle- and high-school history competition. At these competitions, there were gung-ho history-day coaches with years of experience and then the wide-eyed, excited beginners, I judged the performances, watching the courage these ‘second-tier’ students had to muster. So I feel ya, science fair newbie!
Thanks, Chas. At least we didn’t present in front of our projects. That would have been a whole new level of terror. You have certainly had a varied career!