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My Capstone Experience By: Emily Stratton
Day after day, I checked my school email waiting for a sign. “Nope,” I mumbled under my breath looking at the 0 notifications. I exited out of the
email menu and closed the laptop lid to listen to my biomed teacher talk about what we can do until we get approved by the Eastern Washington Science Fair. Like all of us students, our teacher could feel the fog of anxiety thickening in the classroom as the experimental days dwindled down. Finally on February 20th,
we all got approved which meant we could start the capstone experiments.
Originally, our class started the capstone project on November 14th, were we worked on choosing our
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partners then worked to choose our experiments. My partner, Marisa, and I ended up doing an experiment called “How Smartphones Affect Teen Focus,” where we tested people’s reaction time when their phone was next to them and we would have a text tone go off while the test was occuring. It was a fun idea to do, but before we got to our experiment, we had to go
over and edit it many times because others have done experiments on what we originally wanted to do. Once we found something no one else had tested before, we started writing our hypothesis, abstract, and procedure which we would later submit to the Science Fair and wait for them to approve our idea.
And we waited all right, we waited for over a month after coming back from Christmas break which like I said earlier, caused a lot of stress in the classroom. When we got approved, it was like the dam had burst, students rushing to start experiments left and right! For a while the class atmosphere started to feel more calm because we were actually working, but once we started to get down to the end of experimental days, some started to panic knowing they would not be able to finish.
People, including Marisa and I, had to come in after school because that was the only time some participants could come in. If it wasn’t for coming in after school,
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our 30 participants would have been 20. In the beginning, we wanted about 60 participants, but after not enough time and issues with surveys not coming back, we figured the people we could get would have to work.
“Okay, I think we’re done!” Marisa said to me while we were pressing down the poster onto the trifold. We finished with about 2 days to spare, if it wasn’t for us time managing, setting goals for what we should get done when, and our perseverance, we wouldn’t have been
able to finish. But alas, we did, and even though we felt as if we were completely done, we knew the project was still not over yet.
March 14th was presentation day, at about 7:45am, we loaded the buses dressed in business attire which included pencil skirts, blouses, button-up shirts, heels, suit jackets and suits for the men. I wore a light blue button up shirt with black slacks and black heels, my short brown hair was curled too. Once our class arrived at the WSU
Health Science Building, we were instantly overwhelmed by the amount of people trying to sign in. When we were taken care of, my partner and I found out we were in the first group to present. We were shown into the room which was different from what we all expected, it was a regular sized classroom with the same beige colors on the walls as every classroom, inside were many foldable tables formed in a U- shape with 4 in
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the middle. After finding our spot, we began to set up our trifold, journal, and lit. review.
In the room, we were surrounded by other projects ranging from ones sponsored by Eastern Washington University about animal bones, to ones who did not have trifolds and were the only ones from
their school participating. While looking around, my partner and I began to notice more about the other projects and presenters, the people were practicing speeches for the judges. This threw us off guard because were told they were only going to ask questions. Slightly panicking, we put together what we were going to say. By
that time, people were starting to flow into the room, lots of people. That was when the nerves started to set.
For a while, we had strangers come up to us and ask about our presentation which helped us because we added to what we
were going to say in front of the judges. By the time they came around, we were ready. We talked confidently, I smiled and spoke through my tomato colored face then the judges looked through our trifold, journal, and lit. review, then we were done!
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When we left the room, we felt as if we just won a mental marathon. The pressure of presenting was over and behind us, now, we could relax and wait for the awards ceremony. There was still another group that had to go after lunch, so we just hung out, played some games, talked, and did a little homework until the ceremony began.
Everyone who participated sat in the theatre area of the WSU building, it was more laid back and everyone was
excited to be done. It was amazing too because 2 Mead students were finalists to go to state! I was so proud of them, truly, they worked so hard on their projects and I couldn’t have wanted other people to represent Mead’s Biomed class. Later on during the ceremony, the winner who will go onto state was announced and it was Aislin who did her experiment on if green tea can improve
the memory of dementia patients. I was so proud of her and was so excited that someone from Mead would go onto state. Our whole class was ecstatic and so relieved the project was over.
Looking back, I was so glad to be apart of the capstone project and to be apart of the biomed class because I make amazing friends, and learned so many things which helped guide me to what I want to do as a career. So if you are second guessing sticking with biomed because of the capstone, don’t it is a great experience and you will have to do it
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again in college. The class itself over four years and this capstone project taught me a lot of grit and perseverance because, they were hard classes designed for people going into the medical field. The capstone also taught me about getting through unexpected obstacles because of the time cut, and overall not knowing what the next obstacle was going to be. No matter what, in order to get through tough obstacles, you must have grit.
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