I spent six hours today helping incoming Freshmen and their families around the school (good community service hours!) during which time I wrote haikus to stave off the crazies which occur as a combination of loudness and being hungry. They go as follows:
Loud, angry woman
Hasn’t registered. No packet.
She needs to chill out.
That was based on a real event. She just came up to me and started yelling, knowing that I couldn’t help her if she hadn’t registered. Moving on:
The floods of people
Between sessions slow. At last!
A brief, zen moment.
Between the session there was about five minutes where I got to sit down against a wall with my friend and co-ambassador. It was beautiful.
I chant a mantra:
“good community service”
Thus, it was worth it.
And it’s true. Not everyone was nasty or harsh. In fact, most were downright friendly. So, in spite of the bad parts, I enjoyed being an Ambassador today. Which is good, seeing as I’m signed up for eight hours tomorrow! Good community service, good community service, good community service…August 22nd, 2011
Topic: Life, Ramblings, Writing Tags: Life, poetry