Hello FIRST Community,
Although I have officially resigned from all FIRST related activities, I am somehow lured back into them – or even forced back. I cannot really say how organized my thoughts are about all this, but let me just say whatever I can come up with. I leave it upon you all to find your own meaning in whatever I say.
The first generation of FIRSTers are growing up. They have graduated, left their high school institutions, and moved on in different directions. Some returned to FIRST and continued its heritage by starting a team at their colleges and universities. Freshmen teenagers starting multi-thousand dollar teams to further spread the addiction of FIRST among high school students. Some sacrifice time, effort, money, and others suffer consequences of too much team dedication that either home, school, or personal life suffers. Yet these students are still strong and remain strong as long as their FIRST teams survive – their babies, their FIRST chance at life.
It seems to me that FIRST has lost a lot of old members negatively. A lot due to politics within a team, and sometimes due to rudeness and disrespect withint teams. Be it team student leaders, team founders, or team leaders. I have heard plentiful stories from teachers from other teams who have suffered due to a team’s treatment of them. I have heard from students leaders whose teams cause them great pain. And I have experienced and heard of team founders & leaders, alienated by their team and unjustly recognized for efforts given, sacrificed, and donated. Many of the pains these leaders have experienced seem to be caused by unappreciation of such acts of kindness that such leaders have voluntarilly given to each of their teams.
When I give something, I often give it without expecting anything in return. I give because it gives me great joy to give it, and the joy I receive from that is enough to make me feel satisfied. I do not believe a thank you is needed, but that means it is not appreciated. And so when a team leader decides to give all their heart to a team, it is true love that they exhibit towards it. But betrayal of that love is easy. Simple negative acts against such persons can be devastating – worse the person then feels unappreciated. This then leads to a feeling of having wasted effort, lost time, and depression.
Imagine that you are a parent and you lovingly gave your child the best education, home life, and financial help, and when the child grew up after all the help you gave him, he decides to disown you as a parent. Or perhaps the child decides to betray you by portraying your image negatively. How would you feel? (Wasted time, effort, depressed?)
Where am I leading to this? I’m not sure yet. So I will go on. Bear with me.
As FIRST lives on, we have new teams springing up to life with new leaders, new students, and new spirit. We have rookie teams of the past dying. We have veteran 10-year teams dying. We have first leaders resigning or quitting. We’ve even have tragic events such as the automobile of FIRST students getting into fatal accidents and destroying a team. Whether their death be because of money, leadership, politics, or instability, imagine all that school effort by students, teachers, professors, engineers, all disappearing to nothiness as if it never happened. In some cases forgotten, in others memorialized but gone forever.
I was a FIRST first-generation student. I graduated and eventually started my own team at my university. After pouring two years of my life into it and sacrificing more than I should have, I resigned from the team due to reasons I may or may not want to post here (email me if you’re curious). But the fact of the matter is that my team lives on, yet FIRST has died within me. Or has it? It seems to lure me back every so often. I seem to remember the joyous moments that have been immortalized in my thoughts of my robot spinning into action, my team screaming in support, and my team winning. Then I remember all the time I spent on the team, perfecting the team image, team robot, team spirit. I remember all the time I invested in teaching the students (when I should have been reading my books), I remember the time I spent giving to the students my heart and soul for the love of mentorship and for the love of learning. And I feel good.
But then I remember how the team treated me afterwards. I remember how some members negatively portrayed my image and spread rumors to destroy me. And I remember how some members felt they owned a piece of the team and decided to boot the team founder and leader. And I remember how the team forgot about all I had given them.
Someone told me once that when you are young, you sometimes do not appreciate the love that your parents give to you, not until you are older. Should the parent feel hurt if the child show unappreciation through disrespect and ignorance of such old deeds? Or should the parent try to hope for the best for a future when they will be appreciated – perhaps at least respected?
FIRST is dying, someone told me. What really is dying among students of first-generation FIRST? Are we merely growing more mature? Are we just growing up to see how cruel the world can be? Are we seeing how other adults or team members can be power hungry dictators who like to take credit for themselves? Is FIRST dying in our veins? Or is FIRST continously haunting some of us endlessly? Is death not peace?
Life goes on, someone wise said. Perhaps it does and should. I have learned that volunteering for a team is meaningless if you want money, love, or appreciation for your effort. I have learned that giving your heart and soul to a team will in no way pay you back in the real world. I have learned that leading a team to victory will only lead your team to betray you to take the glory for themselves. And such an learning experience is indeed, pathetic.
But I look beyond these on the surface meanings. I have made a difference. I have seen the eyes of enthusiasm and excitement. I have seen my robot win gloriously. I have shaken the hands of thankful parents for the gift I have given their children. I know I made a difference, I know I will be somewhat remembered. And I will never forget them.
So at the end of what I am writing, I still do not know what I really am saying here. I guess I just want to say that I have quit FIRST and I would like to remain dead. I have learned my lessons from FIRST and I have learned to make the best of it. Let FIRST die peacefully, as this experience has opened my eyes to the world.
Anton Abaya
20 yrs old, from UMass Boston
Former student member of team 97, MIT/CRLS
Former Founder/Leader of Team Rambots 419
UMass Boston & BC High Team
[email protected]
10-27-01