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Narrative:
Day in the Life of an Aerospace Engineer As the sun rises over the horizon, I quickly wake up and get dressed to drive over to the Airborne Express. Today I have a feeling that there is going to be some problems concerning the extremely bad weather we were having around here. Seven inches of snow has already accumulated over the night and more is supposed to be arriving over the next four hours. While slipping into the attire I had just bought yesterday, I find a shiny new penny dated 1983. I remembered the adage my grandmother used to narrate to me about how a lucky penny could bring you good luck. However, today I skeptically slipped it into the pockets of my new Dockers khaki pants. Now I am driving down Lincoln Street quickly approaching my office, where I will be working on the blueprints of the revolutionary brilliant F-16 fighter’s engines. After entering the office, which was filled with the aroma of vanilla, I swiftly start on the blueprints knowing that the supervisor wants these immediately. About half-way through them I notice a catastrophic error that was bound to happen if there is to much uranium based compound in the structure of the these engines, for the fighter will blow up right around when somebody shoots one of the satellite-guided missiles this carrier possessed. So I quickly go down to the factory workshop to inform the mechanical engineer about imminent problem. After portraying to him my fortunate discovery, he instantaneously starts correcting the dilemma. Soon I finish up the blueprints and hand them in to my supervisor; furthermore she is greatly pleased with my prompt performance concerning the blueprints, plus every another project she assigns me. My next assignment is to go down to the airfield and observe the cockpit of the latest Nighthawk helicopters. They have been undergoing a recent malfunction to the navigational guidance controls; moreover it seems like the communicational systems had been interfering with them. So as I step in to helicopter, my jacket gets caught into the knob of the door. While I try to untangle myself I unexpectedly hit the purple liftoff button. I suddenly realize what predicament I have gotten myself into. Now I lose my footing on the railing bar situated under the body of the helicopter, and feel myself in thin air, falling into the unknown valley of terror, the landscape 1000 feet below. So I hastily try to grab something firm, and lucky I feel the coldness of the railing bars under the palms of my hands. It appears like there is no pilot controlling this doomed helicopter, which was rising at about 100 feet a minute. At this time I pull myself up into the cockpit and sit down comfortably in the leather covered seat. The hard part was over and so I quickly land this craft safely onto the airfield, which was a piece of cake, since I had training flying helicopters, planes, and military aircraft. After analyzing the original problem inflicting these helicopters I return to my office to study its previous history, scrutinizing every piece of information presented to me by the computer. Straightway I catch the mistake made by the earlier aerospace engineer, who had been fired by the FAA about a month ago due to his incompetence in this field of aeronautics. So I swiftly solve this critical enigma and inform my supervisor to disallow any takeoffs dealing with the Nighthawk until I have advice the mechanical engineer what to do to fix this problem. Finally, I finish all my paperwork and get ready to go back home, not forgetting my daily ritual of drinking hot chocolate at the end of the day. While driving, the roads had become icy and lucky I had escaped crashing four times into another car. Now as I get out of my car and walk into to my house, I take out the shiny 1983 penny that had been situated in my pant’s pocket the entire day. Thereupon mutter a quick thank-you to my grandmother who was right about the peculiar power of having a lucky penny. The irony here was that there is no luck or chance in this career just plain old logic and reasoning. [Career Report 1 2 3 4 | Outline | Interview | Narrative | Bibliography ]
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