Missed My Calling
We guidance counselors got to tour an engineering firm.
They were all set up for us, and made it lively and fun!
I had no idea until that day I had missed my calling.
The competition was on. We were given twenty minutes
And the exact same building materials – paper and tape.
Goal: Each team would try to build the strongest bridge.
At the end of the time pennies were dropped on them.
The engineers counted each penny as it was placed.
Eleven. Bam. Crushed.
Eighteen Bam. Crushed.
Twenty-three. Bam. Crushed.
They left ours until last.
I had no idea why.
We were the four oldest women there, forty years older than the others.
The reigning champion bridge had lasted through 114 pennies.
They came to our bridge, and stopped counting at 312 pennies.
We old ladies were gloating and high-fiving each other,
feeling like real engineers.
Best fun I have had in a long time!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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