Early Warning Signs: The Prelude to Exploitation
I was a sophomore at a small college in Minnesota. All of my life I wanted to be an engineer. My parents tried to convince me to be a nurse or a schoolteacher, but I was determined not to get stuck in women's jobs. I grew up as the only girl in the shadow of two successful brothers, and I wanted to accomplish something myself. I was tired of not being taken seriously because, after all, I was just a girl.
I made it through my freshman year without too much trouble, even though I felt very isolated because there were only two other women in my program. The next year, though, was different: I had to take the physics courses. I hated physics. There was just something about it; I never seemed to be able to make sense of that subject. Right from the beginning I dreaded the course, but I knew I had to get through it.
Jack T. was a part-time professor who just came in to teach beginning physics. You could tell from the start that he was different from a lot of other professors. He really was an engineer, and he worked in the field at a high-level job. He didn't just sit around the school and teach theory; he was out there doing important things and making a name for himself.
Even though I hated physics, I had a sense that I could relate to Jack