While drawing block letters, I concentrated on what they stood for. I told myself that if I did this march, I needed to commit to working for what I’d be marching for.
I keep my eyes glued to the right side of Highway 101 as I drive away from Beaufort. Route 3-0- something, 3-0-something, 3-0-something, my mind mutters as I look for the black and white road sign that will indicate my turn to the Croatan National Forest’s Neusiok Trail.
Last month I boarded flights to Arizona to attend the 10th annual Algae Biomass Summit hosted by the Algae Biomass Organization, whose mission is to “promote the development of viable technologies and commercial markets for renewable and sustainable products derived from algae.”
Our team of volunteers collectively removed hundreds of pounds of trash and recyclables from Radio Island Beach during Carteret County’s annual Big Sweep event. While clean-ups are a solution to one of the symptoms of our throw-away society, major changes in the way we design and manufacture products are needed to get to the root of the problem.
At last year’s FEMMES (Females Excelling More in Math, Engineering, and Science) Capstone event, I quickly realized the activity I designed wasn’t hands-on enough. So, I vowed to make a more hands-on activity this year.
The flat, hard pavement of Beaufort, although accompanied by beautiful sunsets, has taken its toll on my legs since I moved to the coast. The new Fort Macon trail provides a scenic reprieve.
We met in 2009. My life was in limbo but exciting things were happening. I had just completed a 6-month internship at a weekly newspaper in Santa Barbara and returned from the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico assisting a now quite successful underwater photographer, Thomas Peschack, through an expedition with the International League of Conservation Photographers.
A Great Blue Heron drives home the problem of plastic pollution.
I’ve officially completed the first quarter of my PhD, and I felt like it was one of my weaker academic performances to date. Much like my first semester in the MEM program at the Nicholas School, I felt ALL the feelings: inadequate, gleeful, inept, intellectually engaged, inefficient, excited, frustrated, enlightened, moronic, self-assured, and doubt-ridden…to name a few.