Years ago, I was a scientist who studied naturalistic observation. I carried a notebook tucked under my arms and recorded the diverse plants and animals in the environment I was surrounded by. I was especially interested in observing plants. Every single plant I looked at, despite the similarities between the same species, was different. When I went to school the next day, I was confused as to why my second-grade science class did not allow us to step outside to see how the world of biology was for ourselves. Instead, we were bottled up in a 7m by 9m classroom. My love for science began ever since I could comprehend, and it continues to do so as I grow older.