So here we are. The last day with the boe-bot. Well, technically, it is the second to the last day, but this is my last post on this blog. That will bring my total to thirty, which I think is awesome because I absolutely adore even numbers.
But the point is, it is over. I am done with programs. I am done with putting in this resistor and pulling another out. I am done.
You know, sometime before this class, I thought about life without the boe-bot. I distinctly remember that I decided that I would be really sad, and I mean truly sad, and that I would miss this little critter. I would miss looking at the pdf. I would miss pressing F9, and I will even miss the editor program. Actually I can look at the pdf and the program any time I want because I installed them on my computer, but I am missing the main thing.
The boe-bot.
That little, frustrating and sometimes not frustrating (the latter is very, very rare) piece of metal on wheels. Wow, I’m sitting here right now and suddenly, all these things that I would miss are bombarding my head. Resistors, jumpers, servos, wheels, the breadboard – why, I will even miss the whiskers and the infrared headlights. And don’t get me started on the boe-boost – as frustrating as that thing was, I will miss setting it right. I’m the only one who knows this but I might as well let everyone in on the secret: whenever I need to fix the boe-boost, I get this good feeling when I get it right. It is like I accomplished something. Other people found it frustrating, but I found it fun.
I know you think that my mind is everywhere, and that in one paragraph I’m talking about one thing then the next I’m talking about something else. I think the same, but then I remember that I am not writing an essay. I’m writing about the boe-bot, and the whole one or three quarters that I spent with it. In theory, it was only a few months. To me it was a lifetime of frustrations and awesomeness. It was a lifetime of trial and tribulation, a lifetime of learning and gosh-I-wish-I-can-just-kick-this-thing-and-be-done-with-it. I’ve had that feeling more than once, but I never actually went through with it because for one I would get in trouble, and two I would get in trouble and lose a few monies.
Honestly! I can go on and on about the boe-bot and the things that I would miss about it. But I think I got my point across. The boe-bot was awesome. It was different and new. I’ve never come across anything as unique as the boe-bot, and I wish that I had done more things with it. But I was never that creative.
The last thing we did with the boe-bot was make a line. Like, load this program that would make them line up and follow each other. I forget what it is called. But I think you can imagine. And I think you can also imagine how that plan terribly failed as most plans do with the boe-bot. But I still think that the boe-bot is out-of-this-world. The fact that they did not follow each other does not even matter. Let’s just say that I expected it to happen and I’m so used to this kind of results that I just accepted it. Hey, we’re done with the boe-bot. I’m satisfied. I had fun – that’s what matters.
I imagined this post to turn out differently. I imagined it to be poetic and really deep in meaning and full of metaphors, but there are so many things to write about that I wouldn’t know where to start. So this is what I came up with, and the boe-bot will understand.
Thank-you for all the trouble. Thank-you for all the fun. Thank-you because you never got tired of me, even if I got tired of you. Thank-you to Mrs. Thompson for this opportunity.
Goodbye.
(I also wanted a poem here but I am not good with poems so all you get is!)
A picture of 99 – disassembling in progress.