Mr. Postman, look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me?
– Traditional American folk song.

Living in a small town, there is a ritual my family goes through daily. Every morning, a member of my family has to go downtown to the post office and check the mail. We don’t live in a fancy big city with your home delivery. Nope! We have to do down to our local Canada Post post office, check our mailbox, and see if anyone has sent us anything today. And, ever since I was little kid, my heart always flutters when I open that mailbox.

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Quick! Name five people you admire in your field. Pretty easy, isn’t it? I ask this question to someone like Mr. Anderson, who wants to write and draw comics, and he can rattle off five names with no problem. But, sadly, it is a task I have great trouble doing in my chosen profession. An upcoming assignment sounded rather simple at the outset. We have to do a profile on a DJ we like. Naturally, this means talking to said DJ. The instructor asked us which DJ we each were going to contact. She didn’t want us all swamping the same one, after all. She went around the table, and each of my classmates proudly yelled out the name of the DJ they were going to talk to with nary a thought. And then she came to me, and I was left struggling to find a name.

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There are many times when I’m not sure what I’m doing in the Radio program. It seems vastly removed from my original discipline of Physics. I mean, Physics is remarkably simple compared to Radio. My classmates scoff when I say that, but it’s true. In a physics lab, you come up with your hypothesis, and then set out to disprove it (in proper scientific method fashion). At the end, you can have only one of two outcomes: your hypothesis is true, or your hypothesis is false. Not so in radio. Once you start getting out to the world, there are a hundred different people listening, leading to hundreds of different outcomes.

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I still want to travel into space. Is that a childish dream? I guess this all really started in the eighth grade. That’s when the Canadian Space Agency ran an ad in every major newspaper in the country, announcing that they were looking for new astronauts. I mean, how cool is that? There it was, a classified ad: “Wanted: astronauts. Send resume to….” As an impressionable 13-year old who was deep into Star Trek, I was inspired. But I was in junior high. I grew up, no more ads were run, and I saw there was more to Earth than what lay above. But the dream still kind of lingers.

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