Bill Nye was at his crazy antics again, this time clinging to a beam in a wind tunnel with his limbs flailing around as he explained the concept of air friction. As an elementary schooler, I didn’t always understand the scientific terms Bill was raving about, but I giggled at his bizarre behavior anyway. I often tried replicating his experiments, such as comparing the density of household liquids and growing rock candy, but I wanted to use the instruments and chemicals the professionals used. I wanted to be a real scientist. Never in my primitive years would I have imagined that I would be synthesizing aspirin and oxidizing benzaldehyde in high school. But as a student at Governor’ School at Innovation Park, I handle corrosive and carcinogenic