Un KidLab pour les jeunes de 7 à ... (mais d'abord pour les jeunes)
Un lieu de rencontres et de découvertes pour les enfants de 7 à 17 ans autour du numérique, de la programmation, de la robotique et des sciences… Un espace pour apprendre à créer, inventer, construire et programmer de manière ludique.
A-hole and I had a long distance relationship for the entire year we dated. It was whirlwind, intense and we saw each other practically every weekend. He was in the Navy, stationed on a bumfuck island in the Puget Sound and, because he didn't have enough leave to come visit me (any trips more than a few hundred miles away on a weekend required taking leave, goddamn navy), I spent almost a year of my weekends flying up and back, up and back for weekend trips. It was exhausting but I never complained. I cherished every second with Naval A-hole and was patiently waiting for when I would move up there, something we both agreed on.
He moved about 2 months into our dating and I happily helped him pick out his new town home. I spent an entire weekend moving his crap, which was not at all packed ahead of time (a major red flag I now see). Now that I think about it, where the hell were all his fellow Naval A-hole buddies to help? Why did he need his frickin' girlfriend to do the hard labor?!