I've been at my school from 8:10am to 9:00pm. I spent 3pm to 9pm volunteering during our Grade 8 Night, where Grade 8s and their parents look at the classes to see what to take. It was fun, but there were some drawbacks.
I had two meals today. One at 4:30pm, and one 20 minutes ago.
I helped from 3-3:45, and then my teacher said "Okay, we're done until 6:45! I'll see you then!" which was a
well shit what do i do now moment. Thus, my teacher marked me down on the sheet for only 3 hours, despite me volunteering when she wasn't here. I changed that and added a timestamp of when I was there and helping (6 hours).
I was drawing in the corner for parents and Grade 8s. I was on a
donkey stool which caused me back and leg pain.
The kids from my old school deadnaming me made me want to shut myself into a corner lmao. They don't know any better, but it's just aaaaaa.
"Hey, do you want to know more about Grade 9 Latin?" Yes, I would like to know more about the course I took last year. It's not like I experienced it before or anything.
All the volunteers looked so happy as I saw them on my way out, but I was just dead. Totally dead.