A Matter of Honor

So, I was contacted by the National Honor Society recently. Apparently, I’m part of an elite group consisting of everyone in my grade who fulfills the requirements necessary to join. When I saw the letter informing me of this, my initial reaction was, “Do I have to, like, do anything?”

Apparently, the answer to this is yes. They require forty bucks on my part, apparently to fund the important activities they perform, such as mailing letters and demanding money. In addition, they require at least twenty hours of community service, at least three of which have to be completed by the eleventh of November. Not too bad. In fact, they even gave us a sheet listing possible volunteer activities, such as:

• Scooping out pumpkin goop for a jack-o-lantern festival
• Visiting old people, who we’ve never met before and probably never will again
• Cleaning public buildings
• Making sandwiches

Clearly, they want us to aspire to gretness. Since I’ve never thought of myself as much of a “people person”, in that I never have interactions with people, at least not in person, the old people angle is out. I won’t much enjoy cleaning things, especially since my house is decorated in the popular “stuff everything in the closet” method. And, if I ever made someone a sandwich, they would only be able to use it as a sponge.

So, I had to go with the pumpkin-scooping job. I called the listed number, but got to her answer machine, which stated, “We no longer require pumpkin scoopers. If, however, you were to leave your name and number, there is a slight chance we have an opening for you. Thank you.” I left a message, not expecting much. Fortunately, by some miracle, she called back, telling me to come on Sunday for three hours. Which is a convenient amount of time, to say the least. So, I’m going there tomorrow, to scoop goop out of pumpkins for three hours straight. Sounds like fun, no?

Oh, also happened this week: I bought these four awesome shirts. Which brings my grand total number of awesome shirts to… four.