When you look down at your outfit before school and realize you are wearing: 4 buttons (3 from your team and a coach button), 2 necklaces from teams in Atlanta, your Tab shirt from the Coca Cola factory, the jeans that have been to every competition you've ever been to (and consequently have robot stains on them) and the shoes you wore when last year's robot nearly crushed your foot, plus your hotel key from Atlanta (which "followed you home") is in your pocket and 5 more buttons, 3 wristbands, 4 keychains, a map of Atlanta, and a list of autonomous modes are in your purse.
I miss Atlanta...badly...
