Why I Should Be An Astronaut (Indulge Me)

Firstly, I want to be an astronaut. I’ve asked many people and I’m surprised at the number who wouldn’t jump at the chance to go into space. Is it dangerous? Risky? You betcha. But no more, really, than your daily commute.

Second, my Mom says I’d make a good astronaut. I’ve got all the creds… just ask her. Well, sometimes she gets the high-tech acronyms wrong, and she surely thinks I’m smarter than I really am, but of all the people in the world to have on your side, Mom is the first and best place to start.

Third: The price of tea in China. Think about it.

Finally: For the sake of all childhood dreams. How many of us woke up every morning when you were twelve to read books about space and to build LEGO Mars Rovers? Yeah, I know! A ton of us! And how many of us have gotten the nod? It’s high time for someone in the lot to get pulled up and slapped with a full-on EVA suit. I’ve been working towards it my entire life.

Not convinced? Okay, if I become an astronaut, I promise to send you a dollar bill that has been in outer space. But you have to post a comment to get on record... (is bribery becoming of the astronaut core?)