When first walking into Denman, I realized I wasn’t at my high school’s science fair anymore. With a flutter of business suits, pressed skirts, and shiny loafers, the tri-folds of 9th grade table presentations were obsolete as stunning posters with elaborate graphics were mounted for the viewing pleasure of the public. The air was electric with gesticulating hands, chattering mouths, and nods of mock and genuine comprehension. The presenters, young men and women, were poised to impress the minds of onlookers, but waited to express their true explosiveness of practiced speech and elevated vocabulary to the apple of their eyes: the sagacious ribbon-bearing judges. Their smiles grew wilder, as the prized audience members approached and squarely presented themselves, waiting to be entertained. And, my, oh my, did those boys and girls entertain. However, when the prized ones left, the fearsome look in their eyes died, and was only to be excited again by the next inquirer. From the perspective of a first-year student who has participated in science fairs before, this type of stimulation was familiar, but being on the receiving end of these discoveries was a separate story of its own.
by Gretchen Weber
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