Six years after graduating college with a theater degree, I realized that I wanted to get a science job. You know science jobs, right? They’re the interesting, secret jobs that people who have studied science can get.
The lucky few who get these jobs are sworn to secrecy about how they found such sweet gigs. But you can find them doing said jobs in museums, zoos, aquariums, college campuses, on public television and the radio, and in classrooms.
I’ve tried other jobs. I dipped the tiniest corner of my pinky toe in the sea of acting before realizing it just wasn’t for me. I moved to Europe for a year and a half and taught bankers business English in Poland and Germany. I worked in customer service for four years. I make a mean smoothie and a great latte. If you want, I can even rig you a latte-smoothie and come up with a dirty Polish name for it, and then smile while I lie through my teeth and tell you that it is the most delicious thing you will ever consume. But in the words of the world’s most famous little mermaid: I want more.
Specifically, I want to learn everything there is to know about animals. I don’t mean just the ones you want to pet. I mean the walking sticks and the Cuban rodents with venomous saliva and the five-foot flightless bird making a deep boom in New Guinea RIGHT NOW (I can just hear it). I have to study biology for real! I have to get past just being everyone’s friend who rules at the science part of Trivial Pursuit!
So, I’m back in the classroom earning a biology certificate from City College in the hopes that it will make me an attractive candidate for the Evolutionary Biology and Ecology masters program at UC Santa Cruz. I still have to take five chemistry classes, three math classes, two physics classes, and approximately four biology classes.
But I can’t wait two whole years to be mingling with the animal kingdom, so in the meantime I’m training to be a docent at the San Francisco Zoo. I’ve gone out in the zoo with other docents before, but my first time going alone is this Friday. With my background, I’m kind of perfect for it. I wish it were a full-time job instead of something I volunteer for ten hours a month. Maybe if I just show up more they’ll pay me. And put me in charge of the five-foot flightless bird from New Guinea. It’s called a Double-Wattled Cassowary, and I’m enamored.
*First published November, 2012