Welp…I spent a year of my life committing ever day to dealing with shit for Mid-Pac…and now it is all over.
I thought that I would be relieved when it was, that I would be able to drop it all effortlessly…but god damn it was I wrong. I can’t shake the feeling of what if….just 50 lbs away from going to nationals…created one of the most structurally efficient bridges in the nation during this competition, all to have it fail from one stupid small manufacturing defect…just what if. I would’ve beat the team that was second in the nation last year, doing the design by myself and fabricating almost all of the bridge except for the connections ourselves. We thought we had gotten third in the overall as well until that bitch told us they couldn’t fucking count…that was heartbreaking and embarrassing being told you didn’t podium and were just barely beat and got 4th after it was announced to over 500 people that you had gotten third.
FUCK THAT BITCH!!!! You’re an engineer, learn how to add or use excel you fucking moron.
And now…it’s all over. Everything I worked for and everything I did for all the countless shitheads that didn’t give a fuck about our teams and wasted our money…the countless hours, all nighters, and stress I went through to get it all done…and now it’s all over…and I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t want it to end, that it shouldn’t be over yet, that all the work I did can’t mean it’s over…I just can’t say that I don’t feel as gratified as I should about it…but there’s a year in my life…done.
It’s all over.