The Secret Water Game

I don’t know about you, but my life is pretty hectic. I write to you during the Christmas season, when life has decided to stop being predictable and everything seems to be piling up. Midterms start in a day, I’ve only brainstormed what to get for few of all the people I love, and all my extra activities are trying to cram all they can in before winter break. It feels like every time I try to work on something I just fall further down an icy sledding hill, backwards, and without a sled. I sit down to a pile of studying and bash my head against the wall. If I finish before I pass out, I might remember this thing called ‘showering.’ There’s no way I’m waking up early for it, and it’s too cold to go out with wet hair anyway.

Bite the bullet. Take the shower.

You and I both know that as soon as Robot Season starts, there will be days we walk around stinking. I know there will be days when I do the math wrong, don’t inhale enough coffee, and thus don’t make it to the shower. If you’re a girl who likes primping, I wish you the best of luck. I am under the firm belief that females with such time have either found secret Time Turners, grown a second pair of hands, or otherwise cheated life itself. For all those mere mortals, I’m with you. Perhaps we will also find our own Time Turners one day, or maybe next years game challenge will be toadd hours to the day – while underwater. In fact, you may consider this fight for hygiene the secret water game: can you build a robot, while keep clean?

Best of luck to all of you, my fabulous female FIRSTers.
I’m Scoutette, Buzzing off.