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Personal Narrative-Round Routing

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At the start of 10th grade I was faced with the challenge of figuring out what activities to start or continue with this year. I had been doing both fencing and robotics the previous year which worked great but then I came into a new school and was forced to decide between continuing with my favorite sport or my favorite activity. I could not change my fencing schedule since open bouting was only available at specific times and these are the exact times the build team met for robotics. I tried to work out a way to do both by talking with the team leader about taking on a new role such a programing or business but was informed that unlike my previous team I would have to be fully committed to the activity. This meant I would miss any fencing

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