As they list the schools, our eyes search the screen eagerly for “Westside,” until we grasp we have not won. We bow our heads in dismay, but, internally, we bubble with anticipation and hope of winning the Post President’s Award.
Once all of the categorical awards conclude, the announcer continues on to the four awards for distinction and the Post President’s Award, in other terms, the fifth through second places and the first place winner. They announce first three awards for distinction as we hold our breaths, realizing that we have a real chance of winning. We lean forward, bubbling and fidgeting with our eyes open wide, hopes of hearing our names. They continue on to second place, and we hear “Westside Middle School.” The elation inside us comes to a halt as our ears register the words. As we waddle up onto the stage, we felt honored yet slightly dismayed.
This discouragement builds up as I look back over the events leading up to the award ceremony. I could identify the point where we lost. It takes time for me to process what has happened so the sadness comes in waves. Heart wrenching disappointment envelops me as I have an …show more content…
Hours of relentless writing and rewriting were lost. Nearly two weeks of late nights and early mornings were spent as I, alone, built a 1 meter by 1.5 meter prototype held together by tape, and at times, my arms. Though second place may be an honor, it is associated with discontent and sorrow since I knew a miniscule few hours, or even minutes, could have brought us to victory. Though we may have been what some would consider successful, the vicinity of the victory built us up just to tear us down again. The award just inches from our fingertips just to have it ripped away, all due to a single