Articles, Committees, and the Vice President

The airplanes that we flew on on the way home weren't up nearly as high as my spirits were as we made the long trip back to Pennsylvania.  As soon as we got back to the house and unloaded the car, I began to draft an email to John H. with my article attached.  It was late and my parents were in bed by the time I finished.  I sent the email first thing the next morning and anxiously waited a reply.  In the mean time, a final version of the article was sent to PSC for the newsletter.

John replied rather quickly to my email.  He liked the idea and wanted to do something about it and see what could be done to make my idea a reality!  Nothing was official, but he thought it could work, and that's all I needed to hear.  He began to talk about committees and how my article could take shape into something great.  He was working on setting up two different committees and wanted me to join the committee that he would be heading.  My role would be minor.  I would give advice on how to implement ideas in order to get more B division aged contestants involved in the hobby.  Dad was brought onto the committee that would be shaping my idea into a possible reality.

I was over the moon!  Things had been taking shape so quickly I could barely wrap my mind around it all.  In less than a week, I had taken an idea, written it out, tested a small group's reaction, shared it with the vice president, and my article was having a committee formed around it to develop it and create a possible implementation.  Talk about whiplash!

I was so excited, and everyone was excited for me.  I had the potential to change the entire hobby, hopefully for the better.

The next couple weeks flew by quickly.  I went to a picnic with PSC after the newsletter was released and a lot of people were talking about it.  Everyone was excited.  People knew that committees were being formed, but no one knew that my article was going to be the primary focus of Dad's committee.  Those details were being kept a "secret" for now, more of a don't ask don't tell situation.

I began packing for college and figured that the rapid pace that my article was moving at would slow down quite a bit, I just hoped that it wouldn't be thrown out.  I arrived at Penn State and began to adjust to college life.  I was only on campus for a couple weeks when I got a call that changed my perspective completely.

Until next time,  fly high, stay safe, and have fun!