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Soup Kitchen Volunteer

// March 1st, 2008 // 5 Comments » // QOTW, Work/Volunteer

Ahh, the excitement of early Saturday morning service projects, just one of the responsibilities of being a cabinet member in Youth Parliament. Now, I have to first say that there is an intersection known for its infamy throughout North America: Main Street and East Hastings. Those few blocks contain perhaps a few hundred people who are homeless, addicted to drugs, or mentally-ill. The streets are lined with them: dressed in rags, and carrying broken shopping carts and tin foils filled with food. Even my parents are terrified to go through the area, especially at night. So a few blocks away from this intersection, we participated in a volunteer soup kitchen inside a church.

We spent a few hours preparing sandwiches, pasta, drinks and fruits and then opened the door to let the what seems to be hundreds of unfortunate men and women in. While madly dashing about offering milk and coffee, I have to admit I was sometimes a bit freaked as to the kind of people I was dealing with. There was one guy who was professing his love to all the female volunteers o_O

QOTW: When was the last time you volunteered? How was it?

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Volunteer Perk

// September 1st, 2007 // 21 Comments » // Academic, Personal, Quotables, Work/Volunteer

I recently converted to volunteering as an office worker (for the same organization for which I did the Supreme Court job during the summer) where I answer client calls and set them up with 30 minutes appointments with lawyers. Basically people call in, I ask them a whole bunch of qualifying questions, such as their monthly net income and home equity, then get them to provide me with a brief description of their case.

At my first orientation session last week, my trainer explained to me how to deal with the idiots who most unfortunately get hold of our number and ring in. Apparently, there was one extremely odd guy who called in in the past. My trainer asked him to briefly describe his case. He said that he biked half way across British Columbia to this ridiculously faraway location, where he found a rather empty beach. Then, in his own words….

Wacko: So on this rather empty beach.
Volunteer: Mm-hmm
Wacko: I took off all my clothes…
Volunteer:
Wacko: …and found God.
Volunteer: (who I assume was trying to stop herself from cracking up) Er… so what exactly do you want a lawyer for?
Wacko: Oh yea, these two police officers came by and arrested me!!
Volunteer: For indecent exposure?
Wacko: Yea. *giggles*
Volunteer: *thoroughly disturbed* Do you want an appointment sir?
Wacko: *more giggling*
Volunteer: Yes?
Wacko: *hangs up*

Thank God (Pun? Haha) the guy left our office alone after that. I can’t wait to see who I get to deal with. The reason I’m changing volunteer roles at this time of year is of course because school’s starting. Isn’t it horrible, how we’re getting these back-to-school reminders everywhere? So many people are posting their new schedules, and don’t get me started on all the overly-fake happy teenagers featured on back-to-school sales at large department stores. I have a bizallion things I need to get done in the next three days that my evil IB teachers handed over at the beginning of the summer. Then, it’s an entire year of International Baccalaureate (Academic program, like AP, except more complicated) hell ahead until graudation.

So while we’re counting down to hell, give the addictive game Stackopolis a try. I finished all 20 levels and painstakingly noted down the passwords and blueprints for each level. Have fun. The Links page, featuring all the special people that I link to, has been updated as well.

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Stupid Things You Can Do at the Supreme Court

// August 19th, 2007 // 13 Comments » // Work/Volunteer

As an eager IB student heading into the last year of high school and considering a career in law, finding a volunteer opportunity that allows me to work at the B.C. Supreme Court puts me right up there on cloud nine. However, I soon learned that there are so much more than elegant smart suits and snappy speeches in the Court building.

I got dropped off a bit early that day, at around 8:15, and waited a while in the lobby before going over to the sheriff to grab the key for the room where my clinic was going to take place. So there I was, in my white blouse and freshly-pressed black pants, a binder in one hand and a few keys jingling in the other, eagerly waiting for the lawyer and the clients to arrive. You see, being a complete clutz most of the time, I was ecstatic that so far the day went back without me walking into any poles or spilling coffee on someone. I got in the elevator to take me down to level one, where I knew a nice carpetted seating area and a sheriff would greet me.

None came.

Instead, the elevator doors opened and I stepped out to a small, unfamiliar room. The guy waiting for the elevator gave me a sheepish smile and walked into the elevator. I realized I must’ve pressed Parking Level One, instead of the Level One. I didn’t want the guy to know I got off the wrong floor so I pressed the button again after the door closed. No problem.

Except the button didn’t light up.

Hmm. Maybe both elevators were going to Level Four or something. I waited. And pressed. No sound. No movement. Five minutes later, I was still standing stupidly in the holding area pressing the button, pretending I knew what the hell I was doing. I took out my cell phone to call my mom and get her to get back and maybe take the elevator down … crap, No Network Signal. Alright… don’t panic. Time to find a way out through the massive underground parking lot and pray that there’s no card that one has to swipe to open the outside gate. I opened the only other door in the room and hoped maybe to see some source of light in the parking lot. But noooo… there had to be ANOTHER door behind the first one. These lawyers, so damn strict about security! That’s when I saw writing at the back of the first door.

Authorized Personnel Only.
Hours: 8:30 AM - 4:30 PM
Card Access After Public Hours

Okay, phew, I was so close to buzzing security with the intercom beside the elevator. It was now 8:26 AM. I just needed to wait a few more minutes and the elevators will work and NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW I WAS TRAPPED IN THE SUPREME COURT BUILDING. No wonder that guy gave me an embarassed smile earlier. At 8:29, I heard voices from the other side of the double doors. CIVILIZATION! I’m saved I’m saved! Sure enough, a few seconds later people walked into the little room. Have I ever mentioned lawyers are intimidating? Well they’re more intimidating when there are fifteen of them all cramped in a little room giving ME weird looks. Ten silent seconds later, a lady beside me asked the man next to him, “Is the button lit up? It doesn’t look…” In the faint light it was hard to tell. The man stepped forward and pressed the Up Arrow. Green light lit up and shone brightly. Somewhere above the elevator whirred to a start.

Okay God, this is the part where you make me melt into the floor. By now, I could feel a dozen or so pairs of eyes on the back of my head. The lady who spoke gave me a puzzled look and laughed.

Ding. Thank GOD. Last thought of the day? Being in a crowded elevators filled with lawyers is not very pleasant, especially when you’re a head shorter than all of them and not wearing fancy suits -____-

(My clinic went fine though, phew. The uber nice lawyer gave me all these advice for law school!)

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