Mr. Pink Suggets a Set Up

Yesterday, Kevin, Will and I received a special service award from our district for our work with the robotics team. There was a big ceremony and, while many people received awards, the three of us were the only people that were called up on stage together, rather than individually. We were sitting in the back--the place to sit for a quick getaway--so the three of us walked all the way up to the stage, three abreast, our strides matched. It was like a scene from Reservoir Dogs. Minus the suits. And the guns. And pretty much everything else. We were badass, is all I am saying.

We sent a really important message: that is takes a whole lot of people to run a successful robotics program. Not just the three of us, but Kiley, Rene, and a bunch of other people with money and brains and unlimited time. We rock, I think, was the main message.

They took our photo and then they gave out the next award which was to a guy who singlehandedly wrangled a gun out of a kid's hand after breaking up a physical altercation at a school campus. This is the point when we were humbled and ate our chicken wings and fruit salad quietly in the corner, thankful that all we had to do was build a little robot and make it go.

Tomorrow, we are taking a day trip with the some of the members of the robotics team to visit one of our sponsors. At 4pm today, we realized that we forgot to pick up van keys, only allotted 45 minutes for an hour and thirty minute drive, and had not made any plans for the 15 minute presentation we are supposed to give. We also did not factor Starbucks into our morning drive time, the biggest crime of all. Oh, and pack the robot. We didn't do that either.

Quick. Somebody revoke the awards. We are clearly just a bunch of amateurs trying to cover up for our heist of the robotics stipend.

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[Barquan Johnson]

Dont worry, Barquan got this!