What happens to our poo? My incredible visit to the wastewater treatment plant.

That’s me — all the way to the left — with some of my Biotopics class members and Mr. Macqueen in the middle. (We held his cow for ransom at some point, and wrote crazy letters to him every day it was MIA.)

When I was sixteen years old, I was one of about ten students that chose to take a class called Biotopics at my conservative Christian high school in Pennsylvania.

By that time, I had completed one year of earth science and a standard biology class. Earth science was okay, but there was a lot of chemistry involved, and I just…