Wait, What?


It was a club meeting.  All the members gathered around the advisers and the officers, awaiting for news of upcoming events.

“For our field trip, we’re going to visit the food bank and offer our time for the betterment of our community!” one of the advisers said.

“Food bank?  What the heck are we going to do?  Mouth-feed some hobo?” a member snarked.

“You’re so offensive.  That would be like a soup kitchen.  I think a food bank gathers and organizes food contributions and then distributes them to soup kitchens, who can then use these donations to feed the hungry, which don’t necessarily have to be hobos,” one of the girls replied matter-of-factly.

“So what do we do?”

“Well, since it’s a food bank, we’re probably going to be handling food.  Probably not cooked though.  Another club who went here a while back said that they handled raw pasta and put them into bags or something.”

“That sounds mildly exciting.”


“Welcome to the F–.  Wait.  I thought you said you had 17 people in your club,” the female director said to our advisers after witnessing the four present members of our club.

“Well, some of them backed out last minute,” an adviser replied.

“Hm.  You’re a small group,” she concluded, leading us to the back of the lobby, through the door, into a warehouse.  A few doors down, and we turned, finding ourselves in a room, completely devoid of food.

“Here we are,” the director said.  “You’re going to be handling the mail.  We have newsletters that need to be sent out, and we need you to open them up, insert these envelopes, and finally seal the edges with two of these stickers.”

With that, the group of six from the Belleville chapter of FBLA was left to handle tons of paper in a food bank.


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