
08-05-2003, 23:44
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I'm Baaaack!
AKA: Amanda Brienza as of 5/27/07
 FRC #0071 (Team Hammond)
Team Role: Alumni
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Join Date: Jan 2002
Rookie Year: 2001
Location: Lafayette, IN
Posts: 154
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Quote:
Originally posted by Hermione692
...when in the passing time between classes you can hear "heyyyyyyyyy"s in the hall and join in even if they are no where in sight
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~when you actually know why people are shouting "heyyyyyy"
~when you hate it, but you still join in
~whenever you hear the word "hey" you want to yell "heyyyy"
~you and the thunder chickens stole 461's "Go Nuts" cheer (sorry Josh!) and had the entire rollercoaster train at Astroworld yelling it....right up until they started screaming.
~you are moving to Wisconsin for the summer for a job, but are trying to plot a way to get the days off so that you can drive from Kenosha to Indianapolis for IRI
~you know someone plotting to rob a bank so she can come back from Germany for 2 days to go to IRI
~you know what a dongle is
~you have all the storage bins you need to pack up your room 
~you're on CD at 11:00 the night before a psychology test that you really, really, really, really need a good grade on, so you won't have to take the final
~you actually offer to trade your car for a segway (hey, no insurance costs!!)
~you almost cried when you finally got to ride the segway
~you really, really, really wanted to ride the war wagon down the hill
~you remember the stretcher, and remember sending your 3 roommates down a ramp on it at the 2001 IRI....where they promptly crashed into the side of the bleachers!!! (I have pics)
~you've read this entire post so far
~you re-enact your favorite match from 2002 for a teammate who wasn't there....using different colored napkins for the zones, pop cans for the goals, and plastic flatware for the robots
~you get pulled over, and you really, really, really hope that your team shirt gets you off with just a warning
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Work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
Dance like no one's watching.
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