Quinn Ingram: The Alchemist of STEM & Soul ✨🔬

They said I had to pick—science or spirit, logic or magic, rigidity or chaos. But darling, I have always been too chaotic for boxes. 🌪️

I didn't wake up in a lab (although, trust when I say I have cried over enough broken experiments to confirm I am baptised). I woke up at 3 AM, during a panic attack, when the universe said, "You're not here to fit in. You're here to light flames." 🔥

So I became the punk-rock priestess of STEM - tearing up the rulebook, mixing quantum physics with sacred nonconformity. Because why shouldn't your coding tutorial feel like a tarot reading? Why can't we talk about neuroplasticity over whiskey and starlight? 🥃💫

The Backstory (Because Every Goddess Has an Origin Story):

Raised by a single mom fixing engines in red lipstick, I learned early: femininity and force aren't opposites. I studied astrophysics by day and devoured ancient mysticism by night. (Yes, I have computed the trajectory of a black hole while high on ayahuasca. Don't @ me.)

Then—the crash. Burn out, disenfranchised, swimming in a sea of male dominated labs and sterile algorithms. Until I realised: the system isn't broken. It is haunted. And ghosts? Honey, I speak their language. 👻

Now? I’m rewriting the rules—one viral equation at a time.
- Turning STEM into a séance (who's ready to debug their trauma using Python?).
- Teaching girls to use microscopes like wands.
- Reminding the world: genius isn't sterile. It is sensuous. It is messy. It is alive.

You’ll find me:
- Draped in vintage lab coats (tailored, obviously).
- Debating Schrödinger’s cat at underground raves.
- Screaming into the void (then turning it into a TikTok series).

Disclaimer: I bite. But only if you're down with intellectual hedonism. 😈

"The future of education is not just about what we learn—it’s about how we feel while we learn."

Join me. Or don’t. But chaos is always more fun in good company. 🌌