You know you've overdosed on FIRST when..

Because I really don't feel like studying for the AP Psychology test that I have to ace tomorrow and just because I really miss robotics. I stole this from Chief Delphi when I was being a huge nerd five minutes ago.

Cheers from the competition accidentally slip into normal conversation.

Every time you see a helicopter, you think "Dean Kamen is my hero."

You swear you hear people cheering "Blue Alliance" in the middle of lunch.

You come home with a suit of armor made out of buttons from random teams.

Every time you hear a whistle you think about switching to offense.

You watch basketball on T.V. you could swear you saw a green light on the backboard.

You see people in a group wearing shirts of a similar color, you wonder what team they are.

You hear people go, "Aww," you look for the toppled robot.

You type "FIRST" into Google just to see it appear on the top of the list.

You return home from Atlanta and you try and convince your entire group of friends to join FIRST.

90% of the words out of your mouth are inside jokes from the trip to Atlanta.

You wait on the bottom step on a flight of stairs wondering why the escalator isn't working.

You don't make it to school on Monday after the championship because you're too busy catching up on four days worth of missed sleep.

You know everyone should wear safety goggles at all times and refrain from open toed shoes. The big green Safety Captain Button on your shirt you still wear constantly reminds you.

Your suitcase weighs at least 5 pounds heavier on the way home from all those buttons you got for free.

If you're pit crew: You hate anyone who has the nerve to say, "My butt hurts, I've been sitting in the stands all day."

If you're in the stands: You hate anyone who has the nerve to say, "My Legs hurt, I haven't sat down all day."

You can't shut up about robotics.

You're already planning stuff for next year.

You didn't cry because you didn't win, you cried for the team that DID win.

You lost your voice screaming for the other teams.

You were jumping up and down because you got to talk to Woodie Flowers.

You’re starting to get used to sleeping in the aisle ways of buses.

You are going through escalator withdrawal.

You decorated your lamp with buttons.

Your team is going to have at least 20 noobs that you recruited.

You start referring to people from team numbers like, "That kid from 33," and your friends look confused. Then you say, "That kid from the Killer Bees," and they still look confused. Then you say, "He’s a guy from robotics," and a look of dawning recognition comes over their faces so you walk away shaking your head.

You're still wearing the awesome tie dyed sweatband you got from 88 that you haven't taken off except to shower.

Your wrap party wrist band was lovingly cut off so it wouldn't get damaged and you could save it.

You spent today sleeping in more than one class.

You told every single person you talked to a story from Atlanta.

You spent 2 and 1/2 hours on the ride home making plans for the off-season and for next year.

Not seeing Segways on a regular basis seems odd.

*This last one that I made up is especially for Leena: Your mom tries to wake you up from a nap and you ask her when the next match is.