These are the first seven lines of a poem written by Daniela, an American 8th grader, which makes her 12 or 13 years old. “I wanna be an engineer so flippin’ bad I’d learn all the math I’d never had I wanna be on the cover of Science magazine Standing next to Einstein, that’s my dream And every time I close my eyes, they’re handing me the Nobel Prize A different lecture every day, you’ll pray, I’ll say, ‘The world will look so clear, the day I’m an engineer!’”
I came across the poem just after I had just stumbled across a Google page that listed from various enquirers, these questions: Is engineering worth it? Is getting an engineering degree worth it? Is engineering worth it still? Is engineering worth having, and the slightly worrying is an engineering degree worth going into depression for?
You’ll be pleased to know that the answers to all those plaintive questions were positive.