This is absolutely true. This year at States, we were doing the Anatomy test and when we finished it, it was one of those "eh... we did okayish maybe 4thish 5thish 6thish place maybe no place at all" kind of feelings. Anatomy was the last of my partner and I's events to be called and when I looked at her she was shaking her head and frowning. It didn't make me too optimistic. They called 6th, 5th,and 4th and still we didn't get called so we lost all hope. My partner put her head in her lap and I was kind of hugging her and being sad since she got 2nd at Regionals and we were probably not going to place at States. Then it went 3rd, 2nd, and we were kind of tuning out about then because we knew we wouldn't place and then... 1st... Us... It was about a minute of screaming and waving hands and wide eyes and "OMG!" gestures and "WTHeck did they make a mistake?" looks before we finally realized that we were supposed to go down and recieve the medal. My partner and I were crying when we got that medal. It is without a doubt one of my favorite medals.zyzzyva98 wrote:One of the best moments you can have is when you don't expect a medal and you win one anyway.
Also: I remember that at States, I had Fossils last session. I had made a plan with my partner to meet me at homeroom and then we'd get our stuff and walk together to the event. I get to homeroom 15 minutes before the event starts and wait there for 5 minutes. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I get seriously pigeon if my partner is late. I figure he may have forgotten the plan and gone straight to the event 10 minutes early, so I go there, but I'm the first one there and there's no one else there. I get really mad this time and wait around for a couple of minutes and then sprint back to homeroom to grab our stuff (magnifying glass, large binder, field guide) and run as fast as I can back to the event. There are like 2 minutes left until the event starts and my partner is still not there and I am freaking out and dispatch my friend to go find him. While he's gone, I call him a million times and leave many angry voicemails. Then another team member called me saying that he will be late because Pentathalon was running late. I get so mad I start screaming at the phone even though the person I was talking to wasn't even my partner. I had no idea until later that everyone around me who was also waiting for the event was staring at me, along with the event supervisor. I get another call from my friend to tell me that my partner was currently sprinting towards the event and just as we were walking in the door and the evnt was about to start he rushes and through the doors all out of breath. There was mud all over his jeans and his back so I could actually believe him when he said he sprinted. It made my day.
