We drove up to Minneapolis for our regional TYLA competition. Just outside the city, we saw flashing lights behind us. After one of the cops opened up the van door to talk to some of us in the back (and not so subtly look around) we finished up the drive with a lively discussion about whether or not our Fourth Amendment rights had just been violated.
Friday night was my turn to compete in the preliminaries.
|Here we are brainstorming possible theme changes just hours before our round|
Even more wonderful, I was sitting with my mom and dad when we found out we won the semifinals as well as the finals!