You all need OMSIs. I know it stands for Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, but you guys can name them after yourselves. Make sure it's a cool acronym. I guess all you consonant states are out of luck. Especially you, West Virginia. WVMSI makes no sense.
I'm sure you'll figure it out,
Nicole
On Wednesday our senior class took a field trip to OMSI, the castle of my childhood.
I'm pretty sure my grandparents started taking me there regularly as soon as I came out of the womb. That place was heaven for little elementary school me, who was fascinated by outer space, the human body, dinosaur bones, rocks and minerals, electricity, light, puzzles, patterns. That place knelt down, took 5-year-old me by the hand and said, "LOOK AT HOW COOL THE WORLD IS! Learning is awesome! Look at all this stuff there is to be passionate about!" And I've never forgotten it.
It was weird to go back there and see all the stuff that's different and all the stuff that's exactly the same. The Ball Room is still there, thank goodness. They moved the foam arch-building blocks to a different area. They don't have the archaeology stuff anymore, and I'm too old to go in the sandbox.
Nostalgia is weird.
I hadn't been to OMSI since 2013 when I went with Brooke. Like the typical sentimental beings we are, we had to reenact all the photos while we were there Wednesday, because that was quite possibly the last time we will ever be there as non-adults.
Thank you OMSI, for encouraging me to love learning. You rock.
Also, thank you Schoolhouse Rock, Bill Nye the Science Guy, and Cyberchase. You also rock.
A concluding Peanuts strip:
deuces.
-Nicole
