

Believe it or not, but I was a mere 10 or 11 years old by the time I knew what I wanted to do after school. And it all started with an essay I had to write – about exactly this topic – and a certain visit on a Sundayafternoon to the refractory plant at which my Dad worked as a Sales engineer. On this special Sunday, he had to inspect damaged bricks which had been returned due to hydration, resulting in the formation of Brucit and volume increase, damaging the brick. My father explained all this to me and I was so fascinated, that I knew … I wanted to follow in his footsteps and do exactly the same he did. No one believed me, least of all my mother – after all, kids at that age tend to change their minds hundreds of times by the time they have their final exams. And some of them even then don’t have a clue what to do with their lives.
Well, I never changed my mind! I enrolled at the same university, the same course of study. And I made it. Even though it took me some time! But I did it! I pulled through, never gave up! And I wish my Dad had survived that long to see me graduating. But he didn’t. At least my Mum did.
Leaving home at the age of 18 to live by myself in a tiny student apartment was a big change. A new stage of life. I was lucky that my parents could afford my little apartment and I didn’t have to live at a dormitory. And I was also lucky that I had some relatives around, this being the town my parents grew up in. And I not only knew it but also already hadfriends there due to weekends spent there in my last school years. Still, the first day I had to go to university was weird and I felt sick to my stomach … wondering what the day would bring, starting my first university semester, not knowing anyone from my fellow new students. But thankfully, my friend Dieter from dancing school, who had also helped me through 2 years of descriptive geometry at school and was an old hand at my alma mater, took me under his wing. Showing me around, helping me enrol and I was off to a good start …
First lecture – I remember it as if it were yesterday – was mathematics. With a legend of a professor, whose exams were feared. As is common with first semesters on the first days and weeks, the lecture hall was stuffed … which improved greatly by the time Christmas break arrived. With maybe half of the hall filled and no problem at all to find a place. Luckily, I made acquaintances quickly and I felt less awkward wandering the same halls my dad used to.
It was hard, especially the first stage of my study, with the basics. Maths, statistics, physics, physical chemistry, analytical chemistry, fluid mechanics, economics, programming and so much more … at times it was hell. And compared to the second part, where we finally got to the interesting stuff, it seemed to take me forever to get through this. Coming THIS close to giving up … but I didn’t! I became an engineer! One of the last ones at the same course of studies of which my father was one of the first ones! And so the circle is complete and ends with me!