Keith and I were in Myrtle Beach with all our friends. We had finished our senior year in electrical engineering and computer science and were supposed to be partying like there was no tomorrow. Instead we were huddled around the phone counting the minutes until grades were released (no, you couldn’t check them on the internet back then). “EE 262… ‘eee’” “Wait was that a B or a D?” I said as I passed the phone to Keith sounding paranoid. Even at the very end, I was convinced that somehow after four years of embracing my mediocrity and muddling through, it wouldn’t be enough. I worked through exhaustion, slept in the labs, cried at why I just wasn’t smart enough to understand. So when we finally deciphered that ‘eee’ meant ‘B’, I exhaled gratefully and assumed that would be the last I heard from the engineering department in my lifetime.
Imagine my surprise when the Engineering Department asked to write a story on me. I was definitely surprised and a bit confused. I’m completely loyal to my alma mater, serve on the Sanford School Board of Visitors, and taught my son to spell D-U-K-E before any other word. Yet my career path- from engineering to social enterprise to business owner, seemed circuitous at best and distracting at worst for current students. Turns out that was the point, and Pratt wants its students to understand the many options in front of them when they earn a degree in engineering. It’s a story I’ve told for a long time, I just never thought it would be told about me.