Mae Jemison 4 Scarborough

Q: WHAT DID MAE REVEAL ABOUT HERSELF THROUGH HER WRITING THROUGHOUT THE ANECDOTE?
A: Mae may be a very accomplished astronaut, chemist, scientist, etc., but she is far from the self sacrificing humanitarian as so she claims she is. Throughout the anecdote, I was repeatedly disgusted by the recurrent hints of the narcissistic twit that is her true being. Upon literal seconds of simple research, I found that the concepts she made seem so complex in the anecdote were relatively simple. Sickle cell disease is a cousin of thalassemia, and the difference between the two are simply variations in the classifications of the mutated globin causing the disease. Not only does this prove that she must’ve lied about spending months on research(as a college in Arizona offers a semester course in related diseases), but she is trying to expand where there is nowhere to expand, exaggerate to pump her bubble.
As well as this, Jemison boasted about her “outrageous” learning capabilities thrice in four pages. And then nearing the end of the anecdote, Mae refers to herself as the head of the Hematology lab’s colleague just a year into the field. This outraged me. One year is typically considered amateur or neophyte in comparison to a man who has spent quite possibly decades working in hematology. Not only this, but declaring her skill equivalent to that of a master’s is synonymous with declaring herself above all graduates working in that center. No matter how smart she may be (not very smart judging by the quality of the autobiography she wrote), no 3 months of on and off studying trumps a 4 year Master degree in hematology. Actually, nothing does.
Throughout the anecdote, Mae tries to pose as the victim, subject to a harsh “tutor” and being, I quote, “hung up on, refused, and failing.” That confuses me. This is from a 15 year old girl who now claims it was all set up by her parents. She wasn’t hung up on; she went straight from her house to the hematology center. She wasn’t refused; she was accepted in a way that a disruptive amateur among professionals shouldn’t be. She didn’t fail; she did a little bit of really really slow paced research over the course of a few months and got an “Excellent at the Science Fair”, where the real struggling people weren’t working on science projects but instead trying to stay above in a poverty stricken 70s Chicago. I won’t lie, Mae Jemison was a great pioneer who accomplished much in her lifetime and propelled the human race to new heights. Yet from what I’ve seen in this article of hers, she is anything but humanitarian.