What we're building, what broke, and the people who show up anyway.
We fixed one machine with tape and stubbornness, and three years later it is a weekly club of forty students.
Two schools, one shared problem, and a payment trail that used to take a week to reconcile.
The queue at 7am, the robot nobody wanted to leave, and the quiet girl who built the best thing there.
Eighteen students from six countries, each with a scholarship, a mentor and a project to chase.
Dates, travel tips, what to bring, and why you should apply to exhibit before the stalls fill up.
She never missed a session, cleaned the cables, and eventually ran our parent orientation herself.