there and back again
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kantayra said. Surprisingly, though, the weather was pretty nice except for the rain Saturday night -- not that I saw a whole lot of weather, having spent almost all of the four days inside a huge concrete-floored room at the Four Seasons center, at the BBIQ competition. The flipper bot sucked a lot, losing its first two matches and getting immediately bumped out of the double-elimination tournament, whereas the wedge sucked less, winning two matches before, er, losing two matches. The overall winner was an absolutely incredible bot with a spinning drum on the front (ironically just like the one my brother had wanted our team to build) that wreaked total havoc on everything it went up against. Bright shiny sparks, flying pieces of metal, the works. It was great. We didn't get to hit the Mall of America, though we went briefly to redneck heaven -- er, I mean Cabela's.
In fact, really we did no touristy things at all, which was okay. We (by which I mean I) had fun anyways, and actually I kinda wish we could have stayed in Minnesota longer, and there is a sentence I never thought I'd say in my life. Derek, prophet of the drum-bot, before his time -- "oh, my Derek!" ... Grocery shopping with the Sketchiest Team in the World. ... Mark "womanizes" eighth graders. ... Five points for smoke, five if you're actually on fire, five for losing a wheel and five points if your name is "Blind Date". ... Numerous games of what my family calls Chowder, and the cultured and civilized robotics team calls ***hole, and deliberately twosing Dave's high cards. ... Thirty bucks for Pete to embarrass Dave, ten more to do it in front of the media. ... "Honorary Member of Pretty in Pink" -- "First Honorary Member of Pretty in Pink" -- "I don't own a chip company, I swear" -- "My name is spelled funny" -- and I need a sticker that says "these guys are mine, quit stealing them". ... The senior van; the freshman van. ... The pros and cons of neon luggage. ... "I'll buy you dinner if I don't see you for the rest of the day." ... Wrestling, "I bet I can pick you up", group hug. ... My sketchy sandwich. ... The Voo Doo magazines. ... Go on, step on him. ... Is that a swastika on your hand? No, it's a window. ... I call shotgun! I call... ammo-loader for Carp! He can drive and shoot? ... Why did we wait in the van for an hour and a half anyways? ... Celery dipped in Phish Food ice cream -- it was good, I swear. ... Kevin's SAT words. ... Pit passes. ... Happy Chef, 24 hours a day. ... Scaring the freshmen -- "four seconds, Brendon!"
And I swear I used the word "sketchy" at least twenty times as much this weekend than I ever have before, and still I had the time of my life, even though it was Minnesota and not Hawaii like we hoped. Oddly enough, I've realized that in spite of said tilt in vocabulary usage, in spite of the fact that I'm the only girl around, in spite of everything about the Sketchiest Team in the World, this is probably the group of people at L-S that I'm most comfortable with, more than anyone else. I talk, I laugh, I'm open. (Relatively so, at least. Almost certainly more so than with anyone else at the school.) And I had more fun than I have all year. Kind of funny, really.
And God, I don't want to forget this, any of this, and it's so weird that this is the last robotics trip for me, high school's over in a month, it's done, thirty-some days from now I'll probably never see most of these people again, and ohhhhh----- I'm gonna cry.
kantayra said. Surprisingly, though, the weather was pretty nice except for the rain Saturday night -- not that I saw a whole lot of weather, having spent almost all of the four days inside a huge concrete-floored room at the Four Seasons center, at the BBIQ competition. The flipper bot sucked a lot, losing its first two matches and getting immediately bumped out of the double-elimination tournament, whereas the wedge sucked less, winning two matches before, er, losing two matches. The overall winner was an absolutely incredible bot with a spinning drum on the front (ironically just like the one my brother had wanted our team to build) that wreaked total havoc on everything it went up against. Bright shiny sparks, flying pieces of metal, the works. It was great. We didn't get to hit the Mall of America, though we went briefly to redneck heaven -- er, I mean Cabela's. In fact, really we did no touristy things at all, which was okay. We (by which I mean I) had fun anyways, and actually I kinda wish we could have stayed in Minnesota longer, and there is a sentence I never thought I'd say in my life. Derek, prophet of the drum-bot, before his time -- "oh, my Derek!" ... Grocery shopping with the Sketchiest Team in the World. ... Mark "womanizes" eighth graders. ... Five points for smoke, five if you're actually on fire, five for losing a wheel and five points if your name is "Blind Date". ... Numerous games of what my family calls Chowder, and the cultured and civilized robotics team calls ***hole, and deliberately twosing Dave's high cards. ... Thirty bucks for Pete to embarrass Dave, ten more to do it in front of the media. ... "Honorary Member of Pretty in Pink" -- "First Honorary Member of Pretty in Pink" -- "I don't own a chip company, I swear" -- "My name is spelled funny" -- and I need a sticker that says "these guys are mine, quit stealing them". ... The senior van; the freshman van. ... The pros and cons of neon luggage. ... "I'll buy you dinner if I don't see you for the rest of the day." ... Wrestling, "I bet I can pick you up", group hug. ... My sketchy sandwich. ... The Voo Doo magazines. ... Go on, step on him. ... Is that a swastika on your hand? No, it's a window. ... I call shotgun! I call... ammo-loader for Carp! He can drive and shoot? ... Why did we wait in the van for an hour and a half anyways? ... Celery dipped in Phish Food ice cream -- it was good, I swear. ... Kevin's SAT words. ... Pit passes. ... Happy Chef, 24 hours a day. ... Scaring the freshmen -- "four seconds, Brendon!"
And I swear I used the word "sketchy" at least twenty times as much this weekend than I ever have before, and still I had the time of my life, even though it was Minnesota and not Hawaii like we hoped. Oddly enough, I've realized that in spite of said tilt in vocabulary usage, in spite of the fact that I'm the only girl around, in spite of everything about the Sketchiest Team in the World, this is probably the group of people at L-S that I'm most comfortable with, more than anyone else. I talk, I laugh, I'm open. (Relatively so, at least. Almost certainly more so than with anyone else at the school.) And I had more fun than I have all year. Kind of funny, really.
And God, I don't want to forget this, any of this, and it's so weird that this is the last robotics trip for me, high school's over in a month, it's done, thirty-some days from now I'll probably never see most of these people again, and ohhhhh----- I'm gonna cry.
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Date: 2004-04-26 02:47 am (UTC)I know... and all of a sudden I'm realizing that yes, I'm actually going to miss people, I'm gonna miss this place, and I'd be willing to sit through class till July if it meant stretching out the time that's suddenly going way, way too fast. Maybe.
...also, senioritis makes school a lot more fun too...
Ha. I had one of those moments last night where you realize you have more work than is physically possible to do in the given time, and then the deer-in-the-headlights symptoms kicks in and you do none of it at all. -- And by 'you' I as usual mean 'I'.