... you still have your FIRST after-party wristband and don't take it off until it falls off... but it's made of plastic
... your team jacket is covered in buttons from miscellaneous teams...
... you are already searching for a new tiara in preparation for being pit queen next year...
... you have days worth of makeup work yet you find yourself on chief delphi...
... you have experienced multiple stomachaches from dehydration and refusing to pay $3.50 for a bottle of water at the arena...
... you frown at the stairs at school, wishing they were escalators...
... you have gotten lost in the georgia world congress building...
... you cry because the season's really over after nationals, not because you didn't come home with any awards...
... you've gotten used to seeing people riding around on segways...
... you hate anyone who has the nerve to complain about car rides, butt pain, or aching legs (18 hours to atlanta, sitting down the whole time and then in the stands, standing in the pits all day)
... you ask your teacher for 15 points rather than 2 for that last question you answered in the last 20 seconds of class time (stole that one from nationals)
... you wonder what you are going to do without your favorite seniors next year...
... you think FIRST should be year-round...
... you're wearing so much spiritwear from other teams, nobody can tell what team you're from (various necklaces, buttons, temporary hair color, bracelets/wristbands, stickers, etc.)
... you realize your best friends in the world are scouting with you by your side, your most satisfying accomplishment is driving around scoring orbit balls on the regolith field, your heros are dean kamen and woodie flowers, and the best thing that's ever happened to you is FIRST
