If I can’t be at home with my family, there’s only one place I’d rather be: my friend Lucas’ house. Lucas is one of my good friends and one of my robotics teammates. Robotics has always been special to me because I’ve learned many things and created many wonderful memories, all in Lucas’ attic.
It was a sunny Sunday morning. I walked up to Lucas’ black front door for the twentieth time in a row. “Go upstairs, they are waiting for you,” Lucas’ mom instructed, and gestured towards the stairs. I hurried to the attic and opened the wooden door. I was temporarily blinded by the sun streaming in through the large windows. A ceiling fan whirred up above, making the attic pleasantly cool. I ran inside and quickly set up my laptop, excited to be with my four best friends, who were standing around a large black table. I knew the next three hours would be the best part of my day.
On the table was a Mission Model: a model of the maze our robot would be forced to run. Lucas was tweaking the robot while Austin watched intently. Opening my computer, I slid onto the carpet next to Matthew and Simon, and we typed up the research reports, spitting out material like printers. The clickity-clack of our typing and the robotic hums provided a soothing background. Soon, it would be time for break: something we all anticipated.
Finally, we stopped working. The fun was endless, from throwing Legos and pillows at each other, to watching interesting YouTube videos, to pulling pranks. I had brought a jug of McDonald’s milk that day, and as soon as I left the room, of course one of them hid it. When I returned, I immediately noticed something suspicious. Austin, Lucas, and Simon were giggling, while Matthew, the more serious one, had an exasperated look on his face.
“Hey, Matthew, what’s wrong?” I asked.
Before he could answer, Austin burst out: “We hid your milk!” and those three clowns began to chuckle. Simon was even rolling on the floor.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” I said, and began to search all around the attic for the jug. Finally, I found it, buried under a large pile of old toys. Even with the pranking and joking, the fun we had still brightened my day. It’s why I loved robotics at Lucas’ house so much.
Soon, the parents would call us downstairs to practice our presentation. That day, we were still all laughing about the milk jug incident, so our presentation was incoherent, with Lucas and Austin bursting into random fits of laughter. Even Matthew, the most focused of the group, was stuttering and forgetting his lines. Not surprisingly, the coaches gave us a “0” and a lecture on cooperation and self-control. But this silliness was the great thing about our team. We all supported each other, even if we messed up or joked around.
Lucas’ house will always be my home away from home. I know that I can count on my robotics friends to support me and make my day. I look forward to the next sunny morning spent in the attic, and the new memories we will make together.
It was a sunny Sunday morning. I walked up to Lucas’ black front door for the twentieth time in a row. “Go upstairs, they are waiting for you,” Lucas’ mom instructed, and gestured towards the stairs. I hurried to the attic and opened the wooden door. I was temporarily blinded by the sun streaming in through the large windows. A ceiling fan whirred up above, making the attic pleasantly cool. I ran inside and quickly set up my laptop, excited to be with my four best friends, who were standing around a large black table. I knew the next three hours would be the best part of my day.
On the table was a Mission Model: a model of the maze our robot would be forced to run. Lucas was tweaking the robot while Austin watched intently. Opening my computer, I slid onto the carpet next to Matthew and Simon, and we typed up the research reports, spitting out material like printers. The clickity-clack of our typing and the robotic hums provided a soothing background. Soon, it would be time for break: something we all anticipated.
Finally, we stopped working. The fun was endless, from throwing Legos and pillows at each other, to watching interesting YouTube videos, to pulling pranks. I had brought a jug of McDonald’s milk that day, and as soon as I left the room, of course one of them hid it. When I returned, I immediately noticed something suspicious. Austin, Lucas, and Simon were giggling, while Matthew, the more serious one, had an exasperated look on his face.
“Hey, Matthew, what’s wrong?” I asked.
Before he could answer, Austin burst out: “We hid your milk!” and those three clowns began to chuckle. Simon was even rolling on the floor.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” I said, and began to search all around the attic for the jug. Finally, I found it, buried under a large pile of old toys. Even with the pranking and joking, the fun we had still brightened my day. It’s why I loved robotics at Lucas’ house so much.
Soon, the parents would call us downstairs to practice our presentation. That day, we were still all laughing about the milk jug incident, so our presentation was incoherent, with Lucas and Austin bursting into random fits of laughter. Even Matthew, the most focused of the group, was stuttering and forgetting his lines. Not surprisingly, the coaches gave us a “0” and a lecture on cooperation and self-control. But this silliness was the great thing about our team. We all supported each other, even if we messed up or joked around.
Lucas’ house will always be my home away from home. I know that I can count on my robotics friends to support me and make my day. I look forward to the next sunny morning spent in the attic, and the new memories we will make together.
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