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Knowledge is a superpower - where it all began

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First off, I want to give a shout-out to my family, friends, and dog, who all inspired me to create this blog. Silly as it sounds, blogging is something I’ve always wanted to do.

Here’s a chapter of my backstory, and if you’ve read my bio on my Facebook page, you may already know this story.


I used to be terrified of the weather. Coming from a meteorologist, this sounds crazy.

The fear started when I was young. My favorite childhood climbing tree fell over in a windstorm and nearly hit our house. The tree was my safety zone. It was where I won our hide and seek games, ate my lunch in the summer, and played pranks on my siblings. Not to mention I had been climbing the tree less than a half-hour before a wind gust took it out. The tree falling, caused me to develop a fear of weather, especially thunderstorms. The fear intensified when our basement flooded several times during heavy rain events. I was terrified of the weather for years.

My 8th-grade earth science class changed everything. We learned about geology, oceanography, geography, and meteorology. Despite my fear, I was excited about the meteorology module. For so long the fear had been looming over me like a dark cloud. I was ready to release the downpours of fear, and maybe, just maybe, gain some appreciation for the weather. I developed more than appreciation. My fear turned into fascination, and eventually a love for science. My purpose in life started taking shape. This new passion combined my love for science, adventure, and finding answers.

Knowledge is a superpower, and I was just now learning how to use it. 

It reshaped how I approached schoolwork. I dove head-on into my math and science courses, knowing full well how essential these subjects were for meteorology. I dual enrolled my senior year of high school at a local university, which knocked out two math requirements for the meteorology major. 

Deciding on a university was easy. Being a planner, I picked the University of Oklahoma while also in 8th grade. The signs pointed towards OU. When I was ten, I was given an OU volleyball t-shirt. My favorite storm chaser graduated from OU.  While in my junior year of high school, my brother worked for a church right next to campus. 

OU was the first and only college I visited. Stepping upon Oklahoma ground for the first time felt like home. Seeing the National Weather Center, where the School of Meteorology was housed, brought tears to my eyes. This was it! This was where I was meant to pursue my career, and life, in meteorology.

College was a long and difficult four years, and I'm grateful for those ups and downs because they led me to where I am today.

The crazy part is, my journey is only just beginning.

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