We all know that frustrating feeling of last minutes decisions, that you are forced to make in front of all those who think “S/he knows what is the very best for the team”. Right, we’ve all been there? If not then…lucky you. For FRC team 1829, decisions for us are all “What? Why?” The normal response for us is usually ”Well, why not?” This most likely followed by a fake slap across the red faced team member. Red faced because, well you get all those teen boys in a small crowed room, it’s bound to get just a little warm. Anyway, last minute decisions are so…. aggravating. You just want to…I don’t know, throw that constantly ticking clock out that ever cold window. Well, wrap all this info. into one of the well, weirdest teams, add a little mentor going crazy over the time, and you have us. The true 1829 welcome to the team newcomer. This blog being from a newcomer’s on the team perspective. Tonight, the craziness is just to….crazy for one to keep all lock up in one’s mind. Especially if one is about to collapse from being so tired, and not use to working quit this late into the night. Right eight minutes to go and the team is really feeling the pressure. It’s so different to see face’s of people who usually don’t care to look at the clock, look at the clock with a frustrated glance every two or even one minutes. The mentors are literally running around the room double checking the robot, just to be sure all is fine and dandy. Just a few more minutes, a few more test runs, confident yells from all around the room, as the robot is a huge hit.
After Tag: Yells are coming from all as the bag is finally well….zipped tied as all is well now, not even half the pressure in the atmosphere, and all let there breath slowing exhale, as the pressure is all relived, and all is good…..for now on team 1829.
NOT written by your usual …..Daniel but by a newcomer: Jasmine…..better get used to it!!!!
