(Most of this stuff is stupid insignificant stuff until you see Friday afternoon’s story, which is quite an adventure).
Okay. I’m sorry folks, but I think it’s going to be hard to beat my story. I think that someone’s hexed me and it has trickled down onto my team.
Before the trip
The week before leaving, a series of drop ceiling lights and flourecent bulbs die, and the day before we go, my microwave goes, all before houseguests are staying to watch my dog. I fix the lights, buy a new microwave, and go on my merry way.
In school on Wednesday, the day we depart, I call our transportation department to confirm the pick up time on Monday, as our flight time was changed, and they said “Bus? What bus?” – apparently when our trip was approved, the appropriate people neglected to tell the transportation department, but then we get on our merry way.
Our bus comes speeding into the parking lot, and we load into the bus to head toward the Philadelphia airport. We quickly unload baggage and make it into the terminal with about 1:45 before our flight departs.
We hit the check-in counter, and we get one 75-year old man to check in 31 people. It takes one hour and 30 minutes to check us in (before TSA). Thankfully, in that time, we discover our flight is delayed. For two hours. And a half hour delay ON the runway. There was an “incident” on our flight which, upon landing, took us ANOTHER half hour to get through, and we arrive at the hotel at 11PM.
Thursday
Thursday, on the way over, I twist my ankle. I go to first aid at the stadium, and they have no ice. I go to Papa John’s booth, get a plastic serving glove, fill it with ice, and try to ice it up. I get told by event staff that I can’t keep my foot up elevated on the seats. So I then went to the Omni and bought an ace bandage and wrapped it all weekend.
Inspection this year was very difficult to get through, and we got failed a few times for things like wire coloring and fitting in the box (because we touched the wall). What was frustrating is that they would find one thing wrong, fail us, and send us back, to find one other thing, fail us, send us back. We went through this process 3 or 4 times before getting the sticker.
Friday
Friday morning, we were excited to be able to participate in the Robot parade for winning NJ Chairmans!! After leaving the hotel with a few stragglers, I was disappointed to see my kids not in the stands. Turns out that when I said “Be in the stands by 8:00”, that someone (student or mentor) thought that meant “8:15 is okay”. Needless to say, 90% of my students missed us in the parade. That made me livid, but I eventually got over it.
**This is where the story starts to get good
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So matches start, and we start losing. Our team was playing relatively well for our capabilities, but we just couldn’t cut the mustard. After going 0 - 3 we had a pretty good match coming up with a local powerhouse this year, 816. In auton, we hit another team and break our elevator, a part of which falls onto the floor. We think that we get disabled for it. 816 hits another team and has a wire issue that causes them to shut down. We end up with a tie in that match. This was match 57. We also have one on 65, so we try to get our robot fixed up the best we can while on the field. Sadly, we’ve lost power to the cRio and we can’t figure out why, so we have to bail and return to the pits.
We go back to the pits and can’t figure out why the cRio won’t boot while the PD block is sending appropriate power. We call the NI guys over, and they test it, ask us to take it out so they can take it to their booth to test it further. While there, I notice the winner of the cRio drawing, team 2590, a team that we helped in mentoring! I go to spare parts to get a new cRio, and they’re closed. So then I go to 2590’s pits but they’re not there, so I call them to let them know that they won, and to beg and plead to borrow their new cRio since spare parts had already closed for the day. They come back to the pits 30 minutes before closing time, and after a nice photo session with some executives from NI, we rush to install the cRio in the pit.
As we install it, Drew, one of our programmers, starts to boot his laptop to update the firmware and code for the cRio discovers that his computer has crashed. He reboots only to later find out that it’s a physical drive failure. So we not only lost our cRio, but also our programming laptop! But let it be known that Drew’s a smart kid, and had a relatively current version of the code on a pen drive in his laptop bag. We decided to set up my freshly-formatted laptop with labview back in the hotel room, so we reach for the bag with the backup code… and it’s gone. As it turns out, it was left on the field. Lights in the pits dim, they’re kicking us out… fade to black.
Back at the hotel, the programmers work feverishly to update TWO laptops with current versions of labview and the WPI libs, and write ALL NEW CODE in case we can’t find the bag with the back-up code. We make an effort to get there bright and early saturday morning. No rest for the weary.
Saturday
Everyone gets to the stands on-time! We get nice seats next to Buzz and skunkworks, two great teams. Programmers get to work, kids get food, awards are given, and “let the games begin!”. Did our team make it? Did they get the cRio programmed? “YES!!! We’re up!! We’re out there!” Then whack, two more losses, and we land 86th place (out of 87). We’ve got our crate coming to the pits before our robot even makes it back from our last round. We pack before QF’s are finished. We go back and cheer one some great teams in curie and galileo, and sit back and watch the show on Einstein. Some kids need to go back to the hotel to drop some things off, so I escort them back. We get back to the park about 40 minutes later. I get in line for food – no plates to speak of in sight. Once again, I’m livid. Not even Karaoke could make my night better (especially because it was booked up).
As the party wrapped up, our team got together and sat to watch the last couple acts, which led up to the fireworks. As I sat with my students and my wife, my anger washed away while bathed in the lights and sounds of the show. I can’t explain it – but watching my kids as a group smiling at the show, and realizing that they had so much fun, made this entire trip, and all of its adventures, absolutely 150% worthwhile. We all headed back to the hotel in positive spirits, reflecting on how funny all of the ordeals were.
Sunday
To add insult to injury, a kid puked on the plane on the way home. We just couldn’t catch a break!!
Team 1089’s journey to Atlanta this year was a long and stressful one. But we have this saying on 1089 that really fits in well:
Life is a Journey, so Don’t Stop Believin’
See y’all again soon!
