I spoke to five science classes at Lakeside High School the other  day. It was the day before spring break and held in a library with very  little air circulating. I walk around when I speak and could feel the  rivulets of sweat running down my midriff.
 The classes combined equalled about 150 students. My talk that day was  about the forensic science field, our state lab, what the jobs are,  some of the specifics, and the odd little details. I made sure to get  the skinny from J.R. Howard, the Director of the Arkansas State Crime  Lab before I went, because I am not keen on passing out misinformation  or disinformation. I had thought that with CSI being so popular that I  would get a lot of questions and feedback. (I'm always hearing how  universities are scrambling to set up more forensic science-based and  criminal justice classes.) But, it was very quiet. I think I only got  two questions all day. Granted, one class was studying environmental  science but the two questions actually came from them. (My husband—who  was playing my lovely assistant—said that the questions came from two  males who thought I was "hot".) Now the validity of that, I cannot  comment.
 I was disappointed however in that when I asked them questions, there  were no answers. Quiet again. Okay, they were dragged there by their  teachers, but where is the passion? I came to forensic science very  early, (in the late 80's) before it was on TV and before every other  show was a crime drama, but I was led to believe that students were  ga-ga over CSI and here I was representing the topic with no life, not  nary a spark.
 I'm glad I'm not in high school anymore.