Personal Narrative: My Trip To Texas A & M University

My mother entered my bedroom and immediately her face widened in absolute shock. “What did you do?” I froze, panicked. I had been discovered. Twelve-year-old me was sitting on the bedroom floor when she had come in. Before me was a disfigured mess of what had been one of those boxy computer monitors. The internal wires and hard drive were scattered across the floor and the circuit boards lay in a small pile together. I had been planning this endeavor for quite a while, spending weeks evaluating the right time to kidnap the computer and assessing where the screw drivers and other appliances were kept. “What is that?” Mom demanded. “Is that the computer?” With the screwdriver in my hand and “safety goggles” on my head, my mother immediately recognized what was going on, but as pleased as she was with my technological interests, there were some things she would not tolerate—or so I thought. I braced myself for the punishment and the tragic loss of an excellent technological experiment. But when my mother told me I could continue my “experiment” , I was overjoyed.
That computer was my window to a fascinating digital world no one

The sight of all the equipment sent a rush of excitement through me like that moment when my first program finally ran its course. Today, I imagine spending hours in the lab (probably way past my bedtime) and seeing my name published in a research journal, perhaps alongside a Texas A&M University’s faculty member. I intend to also join the Aggie Club of Engineering where I can group with students in the same field and solve real world problems- which will give me tons of job world experience. With this experience, I hope to apply to many internships to give me the necessary prerequisites to launch my own successful software company. Unlike high school, I’m now hoping to enter a place where even if we’re still