If you asked my roommates what’s the hardest part about living with me, they would probably say it’s the fact that I listen to talk radio while I sleep.
A GPS leads a group of dusty shirtless men and women in steel-toed boots to a nondescript patch of Nevada desert. It’s no different than the swath of sand to its left or to its right, until a spike is driven into the ground.
At the Women of Science and Engineering Office, Lego pieces were strewn over the floor and computers with circuitry programs peaked out from behind unkempt, frizzy adolescent hair, tween pop and Disney songs played in the background.
“Don’t watch,” assistant field hockey coach Lucia White mutters under her breath on the sidelines while observing a complicated drill, willing her team to stop hanging back and engage in the play.