After eight hours of volunteer work for a breast cancer walk, I think I have successfully corrupted myself.
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At about 6:30 in the morning, I dragged myself, then my dad, out of bed to go volunteer for Strides for Breast Cancer.
I met up in a park with Megha and Sun. We stood there for about twenty minutes wondering why we were the only ones there before we realizing we were waiting in the wrong spot. FML.
After getting to the volunteer checkpoint, we were handed these nifty blue t-shirts. We sat on a park bench for another hour.
We were also each handed a paper sack. Inside were: 1 apple, 1 snack bar, 1 bag of fruit gummies. We deemed the gummies and snack bar too healthy for us and sneakily threw them away. [I'm sorry, African orphans]. We stuffed our three apples into Sun’s purse.
Next, we were given jobs: Go stand at checkpoint #1 and direct runners to the right place while cheering.
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Turns out checkpoint 1 is a drafty desolate place under a bridge, next to a polluted creek
Said creek was brown and probably toxic enough to burn off skin. It also happens to be located next to the San Jose water company.
As we waited for the even to start, we sat there under that bridge and admired our view: abandoned beer bottles and unidentified bones.
After another 20 minutes of waiting, a lucky squad of volunteers walks past us wearing pink FEATHER BOAS, TIARAS, and BOWLER HATS. Sun and I stared after them in silence, and contemplated the question: WHY WERE WE NOT GIVEN FREAKING BOWLER HATS.
Then the runners came. We cheered so hard we ended up collapsing after an hour. ["Sun! Waterwaterwater gimme wateeeeer!"]
On the plus side, we got to meet a whole bunch of running teams:
- Team Boob
- Save the tatas
- Walk for knockers
- Peace, Love, Boob
…and so on and so forth.
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And so, I conclude this entry with: WTF! and BOOB BOOB POW.
Have a nice day.
