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Whistle whilst you serve

Tonight, as a part of my “define who Glass Girl is” plan, I decided to join a club. It’s the kind of “get involved” action that you heard every counselor harp about in Freshman Orientation, but I did it.

Also, I thought it would look good on internship applications for next summer.

I joined the Service Club. We meet every Tuesday to plan and carry out, you guessed it, service. And not just putting out recycling bins for aluminum cans, either. Last year the club did things like trips to the children’s cancer wards in the University Hospital, volunteered to moderate support groups for alcoholics and arranged a sit-in to raise awareness about domestic violence.

The people there seem to be genuinely kind. They were friendly, welcoming and natural. I talked to one guy named Matt for while after the meeting, just small talk about school and life, but it was a flirtatious and comfortable conversation. We went for a walk around campus, and he bought me an ice cream cone. And did I mention he is attractive?