The tall boy is the grand pooh-bah of this club, and did some heavy recruiting among the newest Bulldawgs (always spelled this way). (Yes. It's annoying.)
Making his "Join or Die" poster, he
I showed up to help serve lunch, which turned out to be the easiest job I've had all year. You know how when you help out at the elementary school or the middle school, volunteering means running around like a crazy person trying to do twelve things at once, while also herding children who might as well be cats for all the listening they do?
Well, at the high school (at least on this day), here's what I did:
Me: Hey, sophomore strong boy whose name escapes me -- please unload all these cases of water on that table over there.
Me: Excuse me, efficient-looking senior girl, where do you want me to put these chips?
Her: Oh, I'll do that! Oh -- and would you like a Coke?
Me: Why, yes! Yes, I would!