February 12, 2016
A few weeks after arriving in Ann Arbor for graduate school, nearly four years ago, the strangest thing happened to me. I was walking to the public library downtown to return a mystery novel, book in hand, when I was approached by a kid. He and his friend had been skateboarding and he had what appeared to be a sprained ankle. He asked me, "Hey, are you a scientist?" I hesitated, I had never been asked a question like that before. Then I replied with, "I'm not sure," more eager to be on my way than anything else. But he kept on it. "Well, are you majoring in a science?" I was, so I answered in the affirmative. Then he got to his question. I don't remember the exact phrasing, but he wanted to know if, in my expert opinion, his ankle was too injured to continue skateboarding.