The (extremely goofy) adventures of Max

Entry 23: The Hunt for a Science Fair Idea

Saturday, May 18

Today, I did something so rare, so out of character, that I'm pretty sure my ancestors rolled over in their graves out of shock—I decided to start my science fair project early. Yeah, you read that right. Instead of waiting until the night before to slap together a volcano that oozes sad-looking foam, I thought, "Why not try being responsible for once?"

So, I spent a chunk of my Saturday glued to my computer, scrolling through endless lists of "cool science fair ideas." Spoiler: none of them were actually cool. I found everything from potato batteries (yawn) to paper airplanes with "advanced" wing designs (extra yawn).

Leo called me halfway through my search to see what I was up to, and when I told him, there was dead silence on the line. "Max, are you feeling okay? Did someone hit you on the head at camp?" he finally asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, Leo. Just trying to get a head start for once," I said, though I couldn't help but chuckle. The idea of me planning anything ahead of time was as believable as Mr. Dreadmore moonlighting as a comedian.

After another hour of brainstorming and getting nowhere, I slammed my laptop shut and flopped onto my bed. How was I supposed to find a project that was interesting, easy enough to pull off, but still impressive enough that Alyssa wouldn't smirk at it with her smug, sling-wearing self?

By the end of the day, I still had zero ideas. My "early start" wasn't exactly paying off yet, but at least I'd laid the groundwork for what would probably be a very last-minute disaster. Still, it felt kind of nice to have at least tried... for now.