Every year, my elementary school had a career day.  You know what this is.  It’s a day where everyone dressed up like what they wanted to be when they grew up.  Most of the time you saw everyone dressed up as a professional athlete.  You’d see guys in Chicago Cubs, Los Angeles Dodgers, and New York Yankees jerseys, football helmets, and in basketball shorts.  You’d also see a few cops and the occasional soldier.  I always went as an engineer.  I didn’t really want to be an engineer, but, then again, I never put that much thought into the whole thing.  But my father was an engineer and he had the shirt engineers wear and I always wore that with a pair of jeans.  I was never really into sports so I didn’t have any sports jerseys to wear and I didn’t have a cop’s outfit either.  So I just wore the shirt and said I was an engineer.  Nothing wrong with that, right?  I kind of stuck out from everyone else and even my teachers used to ask me what I was dressed as.  Once I told them that I was an engineer, things were generally all right, though I sometimes got some odd looks.  After all, what child grows up dreaming of becoming an engineer when he’s older?