Personal Narrative: The Rube Goldberg Machine

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It was past midnight as the clock ticked louder and my eyelids grew heavier. I couldn¿t focus on what I was doing anymore. The hot glue gun was out of glue. I squinted futilely at the floor, covered with scrunched up tape, glue droppings, broken blades, and scraps of woods, in search of another almost invisible, clear glue stick. I asked one of my weary eyed team members to help, but all I received was an irritated mumble. This was the last night before our Rube Goldberg machine project was due.
During the activities fair in middle school, I encountered an intricate yet elegant Rube Goldberg machine for the first time. I was mesmerized and immediately signed up for the club. I was in eighth grade, and it was the first time I had tried to build