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fandomhigh2018-02-01 06:36 am
myownface) wrote in fandomhigh2018-02-01 06:36 am
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Urban Survival - The Uglier Side of City Living, Thursday, Period 2
Sparkle had actually kind of worried about whether having this class today was a good idea or not. And then he'd decided... fuck it. Hopefully his students would be cool with it.
Though he was kind of worried that some of them would feel like he was rubbing something in, instead of trying to present the lesson and do some good at the same time. He was kind of braced for that one this week.
"We're doing some volunteer work today," he said, as he stood where he'dhandwavily indicated the class should meet him, on the Causeway. He'd also told the students to dress comfortably for the day, and not wear open-toed shoes or high heels. Not that he figured many of them were exactly the high heel type. "Last time I taught this class, the Maryland Food Bank let us come in and do some volunteer time, and they were happy to have us back again this time around. I realize this isn't going to be even remotely useful for some of you, but, at least for realities like this one, there are these places where people, like, donate food. It's great. Especially for the people who wouldn't be eating otherwise. They ask for money and non-perishable food items like canned goods and dry noodles, people give it out of the goodness of their hearts or at the very least because they were guilt-tripped into it by people at collection bins or whatever, and then they'll stock all this stuff up for people who are starving their asses off to come by and get it. The qualifications of getting this food vary from place to place, but what they really want to be sure of is that this stuff is going to the people who need it the most."
The portal opened, and he led the class through it and up to the front door of the building. He held open the door for the students to step inside, paused for a moment to talk to somebody, and then they were directed back to the warehouse. They were expected, of course. You had to make arrangements in advance to volunteer for this stuff, and Sparkle had been sure to. At least this semester, everyone in his class at least looked human. That was one less thing to worry about.
"Normally they'll make sure we commit to a three hour shift," he noted, "but they agreed to make an exception for our class, especially once I explained what our class is. We'll work our class hour helping them put together food hampers, and if anybody wants to stick around after that, you're welcome to join me for the next two. There'll be transportation-" by which of course he meant a portal, "- back to the island for you guys where we were dropped off if you have to get back for another class."
He gestured around the warehouse as he spoke.
"Unless any of you are over eighteen, you won't be able to work on the conveyor belts repacking donated food," he noted, "so you'll probably mostly be put to work packing food kits, health and beauty kits - because they actually do accept donations for things like toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and tampons here, too - and checking expiry dates. If any of you are over eighteen and want to join me at the conveyor belt, just let me know, otherwise the rest is pretty straightforward. One of the people here will show you how it's done. There'll be pizza next week if you all rock it today."
Welcome to charity work, kids. Please don't give your instructor a heart attack.
Though he was kind of worried that some of them would feel like he was rubbing something in, instead of trying to present the lesson and do some good at the same time. He was kind of braced for that one this week.
"We're doing some volunteer work today," he said, as he stood where he'd
The portal opened, and he led the class through it and up to the front door of the building. He held open the door for the students to step inside, paused for a moment to talk to somebody, and then they were directed back to the warehouse. They were expected, of course. You had to make arrangements in advance to volunteer for this stuff, and Sparkle had been sure to. At least this semester, everyone in his class at least looked human. That was one less thing to worry about.
"Normally they'll make sure we commit to a three hour shift," he noted, "but they agreed to make an exception for our class, especially once I explained what our class is. We'll work our class hour helping them put together food hampers, and if anybody wants to stick around after that, you're welcome to join me for the next two. There'll be transportation-" by which of course he meant a portal, "- back to the island for you guys where we were dropped off if you have to get back for another class."
He gestured around the warehouse as he spoke.
"Unless any of you are over eighteen, you won't be able to work on the conveyor belts repacking donated food," he noted, "so you'll probably mostly be put to work packing food kits, health and beauty kits - because they actually do accept donations for things like toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and tampons here, too - and checking expiry dates. If any of you are over eighteen and want to join me at the conveyor belt, just let me know, otherwise the rest is pretty straightforward. One of the people here will show you how it's done. There'll be pizza next week if you all rock it today."
Welcome to charity work, kids. Please don't give your instructor a heart attack.
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Lecture!
Sparkle wants to make a difference today, so you all get voluntold.
Volunteer Work!
You can put together food hampers, which consist of things like meat, potatoes, vegetables, Kraft Dinner, peanut butter, beans, juice, margarine, bread, and milk!
You can put together a health and beauty package, consisting of things like soap, toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner, tampons and pads, razors for shaving, and the like!
Or you can sort through the donated goods, checking dates on the labels for expired goods.
If you're over eighteen and feeling ambitious, you can join Sparkle at the conveyor belt, re-packaging donated goods instead.
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He was... actually pretty glad to be doing something with his hands. He'd been feeling a little restless.
Talk to Sparkle!
And yes, he absolutely tried to bribe people with pizza in the hopes that this wouldn't end in some kind of incident that would prevent the food bank from ever letting his classes back again.
Talk to the TA!
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OOC!