I was a sophomore in college, studying aerospace engineering. I walked out of my physics lecture and ran into my roomate. He told me the shuttle blew up. This guy was a real goofball, always joking, never serious, and I sort of blew it off as a joke. We were both engineering students so the shuttle was a normal topic. But this "joke" was not his usual silly stuff. I walked across campus thinking it was a joke but with a growing nagging feeling that he was serious. I turned on the tv in our dorm room and saw the replays that were on for the rest of the day. I remember the whole episode like it happened yesterday. Even though I was an aerospace engineer, my goal was never to work for NASA. I was, and still am more interested in aeronautics and wanted to design the next cool fighter plane. As it turned out, I do work for NASA, doing aeronautical research. The Columbia accident investigation report is sitting right here on my desk.