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Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment has arrived we have to srint in the last 800 yards of the race. So, grab your guns, ammunition and crush the competition. Take no prisoners and go for the gold. Your tools of the trade are Welding, drilling, cutting, assembling and debuging whatever problem you encounter in order to achieve a lyrical expression of your project. Tomorrow night I will be there with you in the trenches, eating your stale crackers, consuming lethal amounts of caffeine and other carcinogens throughout the night, until this puppie is completed and perfectly executed like a musical instrument. Thanks to Linc, our model shop head-honcho, Zach and Matias for being a nuasance, but most importantly thanks to Judith who keeps us all safe and out jail for getting too carried away. So, when I show up tomorrow at dusk, I expect you to say, "Captain, my captain, we have not let ourselves down" and the rest of the night and wee hours will be fulled of pizzas, Starbucks and catnaps so when the sun comes up, I want to see lifeless bodies all over the IDC as momentos of living it all on the battlefield.
Rediscover the God within you and kick some serious butt.
Ana, your teacher.