… I went to my first workshop. It was fun, recieveing a postcard in the mail inviting us to the workshop with promises of food or refreshments. So the day comes and it’s club hours so I head down to the place where it’s held but BOOM! there’s like a few hundred kids waiting there to get into a tiny room. I take my place in line and wait, while some other people cut the line and head through. After a while the people begin to just let anyone go through without having to sign in. Chaos ensued, kids everywhere began rushing in, all in hopes of the glorious refreshments promises and of course, to fulfill their required workshops. I got in, was pushed into the backroom where it seemed like an actual workshop was taking place but had been taken over by a swarm of students rushing to get the cookies, lemonade and their planners signed. So that day I got myself my first workshop, a cookie and some lemonade, not bad for about a half an hour.
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