Future

With my aunt Tiffany at DreamWorks.

Recently I've been looking at colleges, in person and online, and learning a lot about my ideal major and career. One thing I haven't done much, though, is actually see people at work - or even explore other careers. Today I'm glad that I was able to tour my aunt's work with her after school and learn a little more about the animation process - because even though I'm not interested in animation, it was an incredible experience. (That being said, when I was little I used to hope that my family connections might get me some sort of a role in a movie... it took me a few years to realize that it was a hope that would almost never be fulfilled. It was nice to dream about it though, even though I've since decided to follow a path that doesn't include the movie business!)

My aunt is Tiffany Hillkurtz, the younger daughter of Gary Kurtz (who, along with George Lucas, produced Star Wars VI: A New Hope and Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back). She's had minor acting roles in the past and is now an editor for animated movies, including Madagascar 3 and Astro Boy. Normally she lives in Los Angeles, but for the past six weeks she's been living with my grandparents so she can work with DreamWorks on The Penguins of Madagascar (March 27, 2015). She invited me to tour the studios, and so today she showed me around the building.

For The Penguins of Madagascar, Tiffany is mostly working with storyboards - the initial drawings. She's one of the small team who gets to decide how long a certain image is projected in the movie, what sort of angle to use, the tone of the music, even characters' voices (to a point). When I was there, she played four different recordings of the same sentence, with different words emphasized to create different tones, and explained how she gets to choose which one works the best for her scene. In the short time I was there, she also explained how she can use up to 16 tracks (voice-overs, music, etc) at a time and draw on the storyboards to adapt them to her liking.

It was an interesting experience because before today, I never really knew much about the animation process or even much about Tiffany's work. It turns out that people have been working on Penguins for a year and a half and it's still mostly in the storyboards stage - and, if the producers don't like the screening that the editors will be presenting soon, they can still get rid of all of those thousands of hours of work and have everyone start over again from scratch. After Tiffany and the editing team finish their work, it'll go off to the animators, the lighters, the set makers, and way more people than I can remember.

I never knew how long it took to make an animated film before today. I mean, I knew that it took a long time, but I never really understood why. In case you're wondering why it takes close to four years to make a one-and-a-half-hour movie, here's something to put things into perspective: In the six weeks that Tiffany has been working up here, her finalized scenes - which can still be cut from the movie - total 15 minutes long. And that's not uncommon for editors.

I've never really considered following in my aunt and uncle's footsteps (my uncle, Alex Hillkurtz, is a storyboard artist and drew the storyboards for movies like We Bought a Zoo and Argo), and after today I've decided that I really just don't have the patience necessary to work in a job like theirs. I really enjoyed touring DreamWorks though, because it was a great way for me to experience one type of a workspace, and I loved learning more about my aunt's work.

In honor of DreamWorks, here's a poem about dreams and the future:

Future
As soon as I cut the rope
I can feel myself floating
toward freedom, toward new horizons,
toward the blank beauty of a clear mind.
The water laps at the sides of the boat
and the foot nudging mine laps
at the edges of my understanding.
I know the owner of the foot is my now,
my golden light to keep the monsters of my then at bay.
I know that the boy who sits before me
is the best future I could have imagined
for myself or for anyone else.
He is my clean slate. He is my guardian.
And most of all, as he leans forward
and his lips brush mine, he is the one
who scares demons from the dark depths of my past
and fills the empty spaces they leave behind
with the starbursts of color and light
that is my future.

Tasting Freedom

(So I know that I actually have another post that I could use for this cycle, but I made that one before the deadline that was changed, and since it feels like I haven't written in a while and I still have so much I want to talk about, here's another post...)

Air travel has always caught my interest, which I guess isn't surprising since I've grown up with planes. It was in eighth grade that I actually started being interested in the science of flight. Anyone who went to Rolling Hills will probably remember the 8th Grade Exhibition project. I still thought I wanted to do something regarding biology back then, and so I chose the (incredibly long and mildly pretentious-sounding) topic of the search for extraterrestrial life in our solar system - basically trying to figure out if there's any hope of finding "aliens" on Mars or Europa (Jupiter's moon). While I was working on that, I realized I was more interested in the vehicles that made it possible to go to these other bodies than in the actual idea of extraterrestrial life. I've always been pretty good at math and science, and so I decided then that I wanted to be an astronautical engineer - specifically, designing spacecraft.

I let that idea stew for a while in my mind. After Exhibition, it was off to high school and biology class my freshman year, which mostly just reinforced the idea that I really didn't want to be a biologist of any sort. Body parts? Dissections? Ecosystems? So not my thing.

Being the overachiever that I am, I took AP Physics B the next year as a sophomore. I struggled at first but eventually the mechanics started to click for me. I liked learning about Newton's laws, and I really liked knowing more about how the physics of mechanical things worked. Around this same time I was touring different colleges, most notably Cal Poly SLO, where I sat in on a sophomore-level aero engineering class - and understood the majority of what they were learning. I didn't know anything about aerodynamics yet, but I wasn't lost during that one-hour lecture, and to this day I think that has been my most educational and interesting class ever.

Subconsciously, although I'd forgotten about it by the time second-semester finals rolled around, I think that class affected my decision for my final project. In physics we didn't have final exams for second semester since we'd just had the AP exam; instead, our final was a project. I chose to focus on aerodynamic efficiency - that is, the ratio between lift (how much upward force the air exerts on a plane's wings - I went over that a little in my last post) and drag (the air friction as it goes over the plane) that allows for the best fuel efficiency. After teaching myself the fundamentals of aerodynamics, I knew that I not only wanted to be an aeronautical engineer rather than an astronautical engineer like I'd thought two years earlier. I also knew that I wanted to work with aerodynamics.

This last summer, I went to a girl's aviation camp in Wisconsin called Women Soar You Soar, which took place during the country's (and possibly the world's) biggest airshow, Oshkosh AirVenture. At WSYS, I met other teenage girls who were interested in aviation too, whether they wanted to be an engineer, an air traffic controller, a pilot in the military, or just a pilot as a hobby. I met several famous pilots - including some of the WASP from WWII - and made a number of connections that I'm really grateful for, including my mentor, who works at Boeing as an engineer and offered that she may be able to help me get an internship there next summer.

A lot of people want to know why I want to be an aerospace engineer and the steps it took me to realize this. It's not something that's easy for me to describe - even this abbreviated (if you can call it that) version spans from eighth grade to now. Hopefully it details a little more about how I reached this conclusion though.



To end this astronomically long post:

Tasting Freedom
I stand at the edge of a cliff overlooking
the dark abyss of the unknown,
the forgotten, the left behind remnants
of a once beautiful world
without pain or suffering.
A strong wind pushes me closer
to the edge, the air carrying with it
the broken pieces of hope
from the world of pain. A single pebble
tumbles from the ground below me
into the ever-darkening pit
that stretches into eternity, daring my foot
to tip over the edge, to test the boundaries,
to taste the lemongrass scent of freedom and beauty.
And then, as the gust of wind slows to a slight breeze,
I spread my arms, take a step forward,
and fly.


~Becky Hill

Align the Stars

Aeronautics: "sailing the air"

Whenever I mention the term aeronautical engineering, there's normally someone who doesn't know what exactly I mean by that phrase. Until a few years ago, I didn't know what it was either. There are some majors that are well-known; there are some that aren't, and aeronautical engineering (I'll probably shorten it to "aero" at some points in the rest of this post) falls into the latter category. Marine biology? Chemistry? Pre-med? Even when I was young, I knew what all of these majors were, although my definitions as an elementary school kid were something along the lines of "person who looks at cool things in the ocean," "person who gets to make things explode", and "person who makes a lot of money for jabbing me with a needle." But aeronautical engineer? For the longest time, I didn't know what that was.

Aeronautical engineering and its counterpart astronautical engineering are the two concentrations of the broader term aerospace engineering. While astronautical engineering focuses on the aircraft that operate outside the atmosphere, aeronautical engineering focuses on aircraft that fly within the atmosphere - airliners like the 747, military planes like the F18, helicopters, etc. Aero engineers design, construct, and analyze the structure of airplanes. They also study the forces that act on airplanes, especially aerodynamics (which I'll describe in detail later in this post). Aero engineers (sorry this is such a long name that I have to keep repeating...) work on the outside of an airplane - the wings, the fuselage, the landing gear, the propeller, the fans of a jet engine.

Aerodynamics, defined as the flow over air around objects, is one of the most vital aspects of aeronautical engineering. Without aerodynamics, there wouldn't be any lift, and without lift a plane wouldn't fly. Aerodynamics also contributes to some of the most interesting phenomena that occurs when air passes over a plane's wings, such as the vortices in the clouds in that image on the right. In the most basic sense, a vortex is caused because the air pressure on top of a wing is  lower than on the bottom of the wing. After the air passes over the plane, the higher pressure air moves around the wingtip and into the lower-pressure region; this creates the vortex.

(While I'm on the topic of aerodynamics, I just want to clear up a common misconception about an aircraft's flight. Many people believe that lift is caused because the air going over the top of a wing must go faster than the air on the bottom so that the two halves of the moving air can meet up, and therefore by Bernoulli's law the pressure on top of the wing is less than on bottom, and this creates lift. But if you think about it, there's really no reason for the air to have to meet up, and in fact it never does. The force of lift is actually defined by the equation L = ½ pv²C_L where L signifies lift, p represents... well, I know that this is probably much more interesting to me than it is to most of you, so I'll leave it to you to research more if you're interested.)

I'd originally planned to talk about how I became interested in aerodynamics and my dream careers, but I've probably bored you enough already with talk about something that probably doesn't interest the majority of you, so I'll leave that for my next post. In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote recently:

Align the Stars

I want to move the stars, shift them, align them just right
so they reflect the hope pooling deep in my heart.
I want to change them until the past dissolves to nothing
and the present becomes the future, a future of you and me
and an eternity of unspoken wishes that twist between us
in a beautiful symphony of dreams coming true.
I want to rip the stars from the tapestry of the sky
and show them the mistake they made by splitting us apart
at the time when we needed each other most.
But most of all I want to change the history of the world
and retie the string severed between us eons ago
and realign your stars until they match up with mine
and prove to everyone that luck never abandoned either of us
even in the dark starless nights of our pasts.

Becky Hill

Angel Come Home

Whenever people ask me what I want to do in the future, I've found that it's actually really fun to look them right in the eye, tell them straight up that I want to be an aeronautical engineer, and watch them try to decide how to respond. They always want to ask two specific questions but rarely do. First: "What exactly is aeronautical engineering?" Adults especially try to avoid this question, probably because they don't appreciate it when a teenager knows more about a topic - any topic - than they do. The second question is "Engineering? But you're a girl!" (which, I realize, is half a question and half a statement). I think any girl who wants to go into science will eventually face a sexist question like this, but those who major in engineering, math, physics, computer science, etc are questioned more than girls who prefer biology and medicine. While I'll be addressing both of those questions in upcoming blog posts, I want to answer the question that most people do ask: Why aviation?

I know there is an aspect of sexism behind it, because there are so few females in any industry traditionally considered part of a man's world. I was never raised on that philosophy, though - that men belong in mechanical careers and women belong anywhere else. When I was young, my Thomas the Tank Engine trains outnumbered my Barbies. I never had a dollhouse; instead, my sister and I shared a Tonka truck that we would cart all around the house. My parents, who are both science majors (my mom is a microbiologist and my dad is an electrical engineer), did the best they could to make sure that my childhood was as neutral as possible. My life wasn't particularly feminine or masculine. It just kind of was.

One part of that childhood was planes. My dad received his private pilot's license in 2002, when I was six years old, and my family bought a small plane two years later when I was eight. To say that my sister and I were raised on planes is a gross understatement. Half of my childhood memories happened in one small plane or another. The inside of our Mooney is smaller than the inside of a sedan, but I have literally spent hundreds, if not thousands, of hours in there over the past eight years.

With flying so readily available, it's really no surprise that the first career I gravitated towards was piloting. As a young girl, I wanted to be a commercial pilot or a fighter pilot in the military. It wasn't until I was 14 that I finally had my first flying lesson. It happened in a little glider several thousand feet above Hollister several months after my birthday, and I loved the thrill that it gave me. However, I quickly realized that while I still plan to earn my pilot's license before I graduate from high school, piloting as a career just isn't for me.

Aeronautical engineering is, though. The first time someone told me that I could combine airplanes and science and make a career out of it, I thought he was kidding. Two of my favorite things combined into one? It seemed too good to be true.

Now that I've done some research, however, I know that it's not as unbelievable as it seems. It's actually stunningly within reach, and I've already taken some steps to get there - including taking as many math and science courses as I can, participating in an aviation camp last summer, and planning to apply for several internships this summer. My dad keeps telling me that just because aviation is a major part of my family doesn't mean I have to make it my life - but I think he's finally beginning to understand that I'm not going into an aviation-related career because I want to please him. I'm doing it because I can't imagine aviation not being a part of my life. I'm doing it because I can't wait to take the next step in my journey to becoming an aeronautical engineer.



On the topic of flight, here's a 100-word flash fiction story I wrote recently:

Angel Come Home
          She went missing exactly a year ago, in June. Took off in that little airplane of hers and was never seen again. Charlie Bravo, that’s what the CB in her end number N231CB is supposed to stand for. We say it means Come Back. Come back, Kit, come home.
          She left us last year. And now, at the airport, we hear the hum. Loud, mechanical, impossible, the hum of a special airplane's engine.
          Too perfect. Too much to hope.
          And yet there it is, taxiing toward us: N231CB. A metal angel. Because Charlie Bravo has come back. Kit's come home.

Becky Hill

Galaxy

Goals for life: Major in aeronautical engineering and minor in creative writing. Work on aerodynamic analysis and design for an aviation company like Boeing or Lockheed Martin. Publish a book.
Goals for junior year: Somehow survive all these advanced classes I'm taking. Remember to post a blog entry in time for every due date. Let myself relax a little.

I'm normally not very open about my dreams, my feelings - I'm not open about much of anything, really - so this blog for my AP Language class should be exciting, frustrating, stressful, and fun, all rolled into one little bundle of 0s and 1s that will be sent through cyberspace from my computer to yours. Then again, maybe it won't be much of an issue because the Internet is so unfeeling that no one will know my true emotions anyway - just fragments of it, fragments of a life that was once entirely mine but has since become scattered over the Web as I try to keep some parts of myself whole.

I might as well start sending those emotionless binary codes across the universe now, with the one thing that can actually help me express myself: writing. Writing has been a major part of my life ever since I was in kindergarten, when I realized that the books my mom had read to me as a little kid had actually been written by real people, and that the skills I was just learning how to use could be used to put the imaginary worlds of my head onto paper. I wrote and illustrated my first-ever story in crayon, telling the story of a little bird who had to go to flying school because she couldn't fly. The only things I really remember about the book are my then-four-year-old sister's amazement and the feeling of waxy blue crayon under my fingers. Currently I'm keeping track of my writing through my account on the writing website Figment: http://figment.com/users/2899-Becky-Hill

The other day, I realized that the plot of that first story, as simple as it is, also reflects my love of flight. My dad earned his pilot's license when I was six years old - just about the same time as the bird story - and he's been taking my family up into the air for the past ten years, especially after we bought a small four-seater plane when I was eight. It took me until eighth grade to realize that I could combine flying and science into a major that seemed perfect for me: aeronautical engineering. When I graduate high school and go off to college, I plan to earn a master's degree or Ph.D. in aeronautical engineering and a minor in creative writing.



I hope to begin each blog post over the course of the next nine months with something about flying or aeronautical engineering and then end the post with a poem or story I've been working on recently. This one is about my best friend Sofia Braunstein, who's been there by my side since seventh grade even though we already know that our futures will follow drastically different paths.

I guess the sky can't even escape me in my writing.

Galaxy 
We came into this world with stars in our eyes
and fireworks in our hands.
The sky was always ours, the galaxies off in the distance
closer to us than to anyone else in the world.
Never did we imagine that our paths through the sky
would branch off in such different directions
and force us to add different stars to the galaxies of our minds,
different constellations to our pasts and presents and futures.
Never did we imagine that the mirror images of our lives
would not always line up perfectly
when put together in the way we know so well.
And yet, somehow, despite the different galaxies
and different constellations and different fireworks,
every time I see the girl with the stars in her eyes
I know that I have found my way home from the sky.

I actually wrote this poem the other day in history, scrawled in the margins of my notebook next to a worksheet about the Civil War. Sorry, Mr. Marshall - it's not your fault my inspiration comes at the worst possible times!

Becky Hill