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🚀 The MVP day

"A day in life you will never forget."

Today's prompt said: Report a day in life you will never forget. Before starting, I want to acknowledge this was a team experience and everything that happened subsequently was because of my friends' dedication and coaches' support, even my rewards. So without further ado, let's begin.

    FRC Laguna was a three-day-long match held in May on the Mexican state of Coahuila. Thousands of students participate with a pre-made robot and their own company; if your team has big sponsors like General Motors or TecDeMonterrey, you will undoubtedly win. Almost every state had its robotics team, except ours, until Fresnillo PLC gave us a chance. To quickly introduce you to the plot, I'll skip details. 

    Overall. We lost in every task we did. Our robot wasn't right in any sense, and everyone noticed it. Nevertheless, the administrative stuff was going great with the judges. Then, all of a sudden, our robot lost its last chance, and we got out of the event. Our machine got disqualified and our hopes as well.  

    A day later, I remember a response a friend gave to an examiner and a judge while waiting for the competence ends. He said: "This is not over yet, we can help someone." Then, suddenly, our small garage gained life. Another friend added, "Yes, and we are still competing." After them, I finished the phrase—with my weak attempt of voice—saying, "you'll see." I think that combined answers let us win later on.  

    Right away finishing the last match—better known as the Robotic Final—the organizers started the awards ceremony. Remember, over forty teams were participating, but the ending day, there were 19. The other rookie teams left the court because of their imminent loss. However, our several flaws throughout every activity made us enjoyable and famous around the other competitors. So we stood there. The team knew their chances to receive something were less than zero, but we were happy and courageous enough to stay and see what would happen. 

    To my surprise, the social media and directive staff reached me and told me to go to a private room in the central building, an office next to the main auditorium. Fortunately, I received the MVP red medal for the best attitude of the competition. Unfortunately, I couldn't disguise my tears, and I felt weird and awkward in front of them, mainly because I had no voice; after screaming directions for a couple of days. I could barely say, "thank you again, guys." and give them all a hug —I said "again" because the previous day, I won the "Star of the Day" prize for the most secure player of the battling. I got back to my seat. 

    Strangely, the moment I reached the main auditorium's door, the organizers said we obtained the Team Spirit Award, one of the many prices we thought were lost. I didn't believe what was going on. I stood stuck until a friend got me by my arm and carried me to take the next one. The price was a shiny certificate —made with a strange alloy of copper, a material I didn't know existed and hadn't seen before— alongside the high-quality trophy, which embodied our team's number and a nice picture of the Level Up Challenge. The moment I had it in my hands, I smiled because it was time for the photo. Such a lovely day it was.

Onward...

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