This story needs a little bit of background we had to do a history project for my World History Class. My project totally sucked ass and I’ll admit that. There was this other girl she was like “let’s be a group and do Battle of Iwo Jima drawing. But not really I’ll get my brother who goes to art school to draw it for us and we’ll just put our names on it.” She asked if I wanted to be in on it but I stupidly declined. (back then I had morals what an idiot I was!) When this drawing is turned in the teacher is floored by it. He was super impressed by this Battle of Iwo Jima drawing. It was “forged”, but then again it took this guy a long time to realize his student assistant who he had make copies of his tests that he gave to his class that she was in. She would make an extra copy and take it to “study”.
He thought it was so great he entered it in some regional contest for history projects. I think a few others class projects too. This guy thought he was so “smart” but was easily fooled. He didn’t teach us much and told us we were going to amount to nothing. Part of me feels he was right. Not like he was doing all that well for himself. Teaching at my stupid high school. Part me of wanted to prove him wrong like how they did it on those talk shows. “High School Teacher Who Thought I Would Amount to Nothing; Look at me NOW!”
I’m a sophomore I should have at least 10 volunteer hours done by now as a freshman. Forty to graduate 10 per year. As a freshman I stupidly did none. The teacher needed volunteers for this event who were not the ones entering projects. I stupidly signed up for it.
We had to go the school really early to load up the buses. I pretended I had self control to my peers by telling them I was missing the Pokémon marathon that morning to go volunteer. But the Pokémon marathon was just repeats anyway. This one girl who was notorious for liking 80s music brought her 80s CD and starts singing a Josie Cotton song on the bus.
The event was terrible! My parents stupidly told me not to take a bag or anything. My parents were afraid that I was too forgetful and leave it somewhere and lose it. Everybody else took bags. I could have taken a bag with my CD player or even took it in a pocket. I saw the projects other people had. They were so much better including a dressing screen covered in history paintings. I think that thing won an award.
I had to do security for some dumb skits and were so bored. I had to guard some door that nobody even mistakenly entered. I had to listen to some kid’s skit about Rosie the Riveter. That was boring in it’s own right. I wonder what it looked like? And if seeing it would have made it even more boring? I had to do that for 2 hours I think. I didn’t have a chronometer on me so I had no sense of time. There was nothing interesting going on. They served us lunch which was a 6 inch sandwich and a soda. At least when we passed out sandwiches that was way more interesting. I was interacting with people instead of guarding a door for 2 hours. I met some guy named “Peanut”. This one girl who came with us was a bitch and didn’t do any work and just complained. I didn’t like her she doodled in my 8th grade yearbook. After we were finished passing out the sandwiches the principal set aside a few sandwiches and sodas for us. The vegetarian sandwich looked gross. It had shredded carrots and alfalfa sprouts in it. The only good thing that came out of it was that I tasted Fresca for the first time. I had heard it mentioned on tv shows, but never drank it before. (It’s still the only diet soda I can drink) Then I had to be a door monitor again, but it wasn’t as boring and I got free cookies.
Then the whole thing ran over and I had to call collect home to tell my mom, but she said my dad was already waiting at the school for me. Then when I got back I got in trouble for being late. It was not even worth going even for the volunteer hours.
The thing was this event made me realize that teachers are so impressed with “going above and over” and really just turning in assignments that are style over substance. Although when you go to college it’s a different story…
The following Monday when I went back to school in the class that I signed up for the event the principal came and congratulated us for coming and thanking us for doing it. (because I knew I’d never do it again) Why did they tell us it was and a 10 and half hours? That was a wasted and 10 half hours of my life. But the school principal told us the half hour will not count. Then why mention it?