My name is Sayed and I am a student at Boston University majoring in mechanical engineering with a concentration in manufacturing Engineering. I was born and raised in New York to two Egyptian immigrants who always pushed me to excel in life. 

My Mother always made sure the house (and the kids) were in order. From the second I was in preschool, she emphasized education: making sure homework gets done, buying workbooks for us to do ever night, putting us in tutoring services, strict technology rules so our brains wouldn't be fried, etc. etc. I hated it at the time, but I wouldn't be here without her  and I am forever grateful.

My Father owns and operates two food trucks uptown. Throughout my life, he'd drop gems of knowledge on the meaning of life, the importance of hard work, and the responsibility I have to my future. He made me work at the food trucks over the summers, which is a fulfilling occupation, but also very physically demanding. He definitely did not pay me enough either. While maybe it was cruel, it served as more motivation to pursue my education and not work food service again.

So, the plan was always to pursue a college degree, but why engineering?

My mother says I always liked cars growing up so, obviously I became a Mechanical Engineer. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a mechanic, but who am I to burst her bubble. To be honest, I just really liked furniture, specifically chair design. I get reoccurring dreams of this same chair I would build and I am planning on creating it one day. This fascination lead me to love product design and development. Later on, I learned how to CAD and fell in love with it. So, when I was deciding what I wanted to do in college, engineering seemed like a no brainer. Plus, I have always been a hands on learner with a love for problem solving, both being hand in hand with engineering. Don't sleep on my history knowledge, knowledge; I love falling in Wikipedia rabbit holes.