#chickawait

Yes, while i think that sarge would absolutely start a robot fight if given the chance (in the heat of the battle, while the blues are distracted with robots punching each other in the face, the reds will tAKE THEM BY SURPRISE. and because sarge, of course, had ordered hundreds of robot kits from command to build the robots fOR the robot fight, the robots are thus RED TEAM and will cease their distraction veiled fight and CELEBRATE because the reds WON THE WAR) i want to point out the reason for my starting a robot fight in the first place...

it was probably sophomore year in high school. i somehow, without any prior knowledge, had ended up in Intro to Robotics. I had no interest in robots and had no desire to BE there but. there i was. luckily my friend, who had a budding interest in robotics, was in my same class so i tolerated all the techno garbage that was being tossed over my head just so we could dick around later when we had some free time

As a sort of “finale” for the class, the teacher had ordered a bunch of robot kits so the students could get into groups and build them! and i formed a group with my friend and some other kids and we set out to build the robot (this was easy for me, unlike any other of the projects we had, because all the programming and robot stuff was all tHERE. all we had to do was screw in all the bolts and stuff)

after about a week or two all the groups in the class was just about finished building their robots and had started playing around with them. Getting a feel of how they move and stuff, you know? We had this big room. computers lined every wall with some large tables in the middle. So there was a lot of room for the robots to roll around and maybe pick up a pencil or something.

I was on one side of the room, robot controller in my hand, just about having the hang of how the robot moves. 

Now, there was this ~boy~ in the class. I had a sort of ~crush~ on him. It was sophomore year, you know, I’m pretty sure he was either a sophomore as well, or maybe even a junior. I had thought he was like. wow. good jaw line and stRIKING blue eyes like. ice blue. beautiful. tall. harmless sense of humor. great guy overall. But the point is 15 year old me did not know how to approach crushes, nor did I really even want to (that has not changed) bUT 15 year old me was hiped up on. whatever energy building a fucking robot exerted and i just kind of.

I don’t quite remember if he was in my group or not. I honestly don’t remember. But I do remember him playing around with another groups robot while the group watched on and I was on the other side of the room with my robot. and I looked at him. and i looked at his robot. and i looked at my robot. and i looked at his robot. and i looked at him again.

My friend was like “hoe don’t do it.”

Spur of the moment kind of thing: the only way to get this guy to notice me is if my robot punches his robot in the face. So I had my robot drive all the way over to his robot and I just. I just ran into his. And I backed up and did it again. And then I used the claw to try to flip his robot.

And because he was that sort of guy (thank god) he caught on to the fact that I was trying to fIGHT HIM. So he tried to flip mY robot with hIS and we just. Continued to crash our robots into each other and his group started cheering him on and my group cheered me on and all the while I prayed that the teacher wouldn’t notice this fucking robot fight happening in the middle of the room while students fucking cheered on and he soMEHOW DIDN’T NOTICE THIS OH MY GOD

I flipped Crush Guy’s robot over and he threw his arms up in defeat and his group did that “AW” noise and mine did the “yEAH” noise. 

Then I immediately made my robot run away back to me. The Crush Guy With Beautiful Eyes handed his controller back to the group and walked over to me and i saw him coming and I stared wide eyed at my friend like “wtf do I do how do I handle this situation how did I even get in this situation I didn’t even want to take this class help me”

and Guy came up to me and was all “Hey, you’re pretty good at this stuff” and that was that. I said thanks and he went off to do whatever else and 15 year old me was just “i can’t believe he noticed me”