Just over a month ago, when I walked into physics class for the first time, I thought it'd be a drag like all the other science classes I had to take. I was that girl who's heart was filled with trombone, head filled with music and the only reason for taking physics was because my counselor made me; I had absolutely no interest in the course and that was the attitude I assumed would carry throughout the entire year. Why did I care what physics had to do with my life? What did it matter?
Then, probably a week ago, I found myself thinking more and more about physics. When I looked around me, I started wondering what type of physics is involved at what I was seeing. What physics is involved in a trombone slide? What physics is involved with the sound I hear when music is played? While walking home, I began thinking about the physics of airplanes, of cars, of myself--and tonight it finally hit me that physics is all around, that it's everything. I'm seeing things in a new perspective; I'm questioning more, I want to learn more. I don't view things the way they appear anymore--I look at something and wonder how physics is involved. Even though in class we're still working on free-fall, I can't begin to describe how much I've learned so far--and it's only October.
Last month, I was just another girl forced to take another class she didn't care about. Today, I'm a person who's seeing everything differently; who constantly questions things and constantly wants to learn more, all because of physics.
And it's awesome.