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For my community service, I volunteered for a program called “Feed My Starving Children”. It is a program to help starving children by packing up foods for them and send to poor areas to save their life. It was a raining day. the weather didn’t make me feel depressed, because I was going to help out many children. Because of subway delays, we were late so when we arrived at there, many volunteers already started the packing. We quickly moved to our area and carefully listened to the instructions. Before we have started, we were asked to wear plastic caps and gloves to prevent hair or nails from mixing with the food. We need to fill out each pack with one spoon of dried vegetables, one spoon of corn flour (I guess), and one cup of rice and the weight should be between 380 to 400 gram. The process took six people to do: one for rice filling, one for vegetable filling, one for corn filling, one for bag holding, one for weighing, and one for sealing up the pack.

We felt excited about it and thought it will be pretty easy. I was responsible for weighing the pack. However, we started the work and found that it was not that easy: people who were doing the filling couldn’t accurately control the amount of the food; the bag sometimes didn’t fit to the bottom of the funnel; and weighed packs sometimes spilled out on the table. Gradually, we found a pattern and we were getting smooth and we came out to be pretty efficient. Another person put the completed packs into a box and once the box was full, all of us cried out some words to notice the staffs that we were done with one box. We continued this work for about two hours. When the staffs called times up, we looked at out outcome and noticed that with a limit amount of time, we already have packed eight boxes. As a whole, in that afternoon there were almost two hundred boxes were packed and were ready to be sent. I appreciate this meaningful experience because it helped many starving children and gave them hope in life.

For my community service, I volunteered for a program called “Feed My Starving Children”. It is a program to help starving children by packing up foods for them and send to poor areas to save their life. It was a raining day. the weather didn’t make me feel depressed, because I was going to help out many children. Because of subway delays, we were late so when we arrived at there, many volunteers already started the packing. We quickly moved to our area and carefully listened to the instructions. Before we have started, we were asked to wear plastic caps and gloves to prevent hair or nails from mixing with the food. We need to fill out each pack with one spoon of dried vegetables, one spoon of corn flour (I guess), and one cup of rice and the weight should be between 380 to 400 gram. The process took six people to do: one for rice filling, one for vegetable filling, one for corn filling, one for bag holding, one for weighing, and one for sealing up the pack.

We felt excited about it and thought it will be pretty easy. I was responsible for weighing the pack. However, we started the work and found that it was not that easy: people who were doing the filling couldn’t accurately control the amount of the food; the bag sometimes didn’t fit to the bottom of the funnel; and weighed packs sometimes spilled out on the table. Gradually, we found a pattern and we were getting smooth and we came out to be pretty efficient. Another person put the completed packs into a box and once the box was full, all of us cried out some words to notice the staffs that we were done with one box. We continued this work for about two hours. When the staffs called times up, we looked at out outcome and noticed that with a limit amount of time, we already have packed eight boxes. As a whole, in that afternoon there were almost two hundred boxes were packed and were ready to be sent. I appreciate this meaningful experience because it helped many starving children and gave them hope in life.

i ve worked at daycares a lot. maybe its something about the kids, about how they’re like we were back in the day. maybe its something to do with how the next generation will be the future. kids dont realize it but they really have all the chances in the world.

i went to PS20 to do community service, a daycare i myself used to go to and work at. that being said it was a very normal experience for me except that i didnt recognize many of the kids anymore cuz its been a while and some of them graduated. i miss kids, somewhat looking forward to being a father but just not anytime soon. working with kids takes a lot of energy out of you, always get so caught up in it but afterwards i always get the weirdest feelings.

it was a lot of fun, didnt learn much new stuff cuz i ve done it before but it was fun. if it werent for this mandatory community service work i dont think i wouldve gone back, it was nice seeing the kids again but i feel like that was such a big part of my life that i m ready to move on to different things.

kids are like crazed cats and dogs. you get the energetic ones that just go nuts if you wave your hands in the air. then you get the quiet strange ones that kinda float around doing the silliest things. some of them are so cute you just wanna squish them between your fingers but some of them make me look back and wonder “was i like that o_o” and then i realzie i would have to say yes usually lol. done some crazy things as a kid and missed my chance to do a lot of other things, but cant be having regrets now. i stand by my childhood as what made me who i am today, i can only hope all the kids i see around nowadays can appreciate that same sentiment and enjoy their youth.

For my community service, I volunteered at the Christmas fair at my old grammar school.  My mom acted as the photographer for “Pictures with Santa” and I was her oversized elf. Seeing my old teachers and just being in the place I spent a significant part of my childhood makes me simply nostalgic.  I can relate to the 8^th graders, thinking how every day is their last, but I still think that’s me.  I have to say though, it’s so weird going back to grammar school and seeing things through a larger perspective.  The bench outside the office was the last place you would want to be—I’m still amazed at how scared I was of the mere threat of being sent to the principal’s office.  All of that seems insignificant compared to the fact that instead of going to the principal’s office you can be arrested, but I digress.

I can’t really say my service was absolutely essential to the community, sure I helped make some little kid’s day, but it’s not like other community service I have done with organizations like Special Olympics.  But who knows what that kid is going through at home, just seeing their faces light up as they either ran chanting, “Santa, Santa, Santa!” or slowly walked toward him like he holds the fate of the world in his hands was something immeasurable.  I definitely would continue to do this in the coming years like I have in the past, it’s impossible not to.

For my community service, since I procrastinated till the very end, was working at my local library. A few years back I was part of this program with the library that allowed people my age to help patrons of the library with any computer problems they might have. So I went to the library by my house and asked if I could help them out for a few hours. So I go and sit down at the main computer, sign in, and make sure no one had any problems with their computer and that everyone did not exceed the thirty minute time limit that everyone gets. It was quite a slow day so nothing really big happened. Although one guy did have a little trouble with the printer. But it wasn’t a big problem and was easily solved. Anyway after 2-3 hours (not quite sure how long, it honestly felt like 5) I realized I wasn’t needed and went home. I know its a very heart warming story but you know that’s how I roll. Ight peace bitches

So for my community service, i decided to help out my own church. During this type of season, there is this activity called kettling, where you would stand outside with a kettle and a bell, and ring that bell in order for people to come and donate money. I thought this was a great cause in order to help the church and in order for the church to help others. So on december 3rd, i stood outside of the big HSBC bank in chinatown between bowery and canal street for about 4 hours. It was really cold outside, and whenever people pass by and look at me, they would either come donate money, or just walk away, and whenever someone would walk away, you have a real bad feeling inside of you. I get really joyful when kids come upto me and donate some money into the kettle also.

I tutored middle school kids during my time of community service.  The field I tutored was 8th grade mathematics, this experience made me remember how easy I had it when I was their age. Of course the real challenge was being able to explain to it the kids, it made me realize how challenging it must be to be a good teacher. When I got to know some of the kids, I noticed they didn’t care and most didn’t bother trying. I could relate to them in such a sense, they weren’t really given much motivation. My way of teaching them was showing them how I solved it, explaining why each part fit and somehow relating it to other things. Each kid learned differently, I suppose thats how it works and makes it much harder for a teacher to help an entire class do well. With the time I’ve spent tutoring these kids, I am hoping that i did a good job and that these kids will begin to do better.

They say Prospect Park is small compared to Central Park, but it is still huge as hell. Sweeping leaves; sounds easy right? Not at all. Too many roads and to many trees and to top it off  it was chilly that day. On the bright side I got a free bagel and hot chocolate, but I had to work for it. First off I had to carry both a broom and a shovel, which was annoying. Secondly every few minutes I had to switch from broom to shovel because I had to dump all the leaves gathered off the road and onto the dirt. Despite the annoyance of carrying the shovel and broom and having to switch between the two, the paths I had cleaned look nice. Who knew that removing a bunch of leaves and twigs would make a difference. And with the rest of the people helping out we cleaned a bunch of paths. I may have went to that park on that chilly day just so I can have something to write about but I may come back in the future. After all free bagels with cream cheese is what its all about. Well that and helping to make the park a better place is a motivation to go. But its mainly for the free bagels and drinks.

I won’t even be modest about it.  Superman is nothing compared to me.  I’ll admit, he was my FAVORITE superhero.  I have his T Shirt, I’ve watched the cartoons and movies, I own the game.  But like I said, he WAS my favorite hero…that is until I looked in the mirror and saw God’s achievement at creating, in his perspective, AWESOMENESS.  Kids should be like “Superman who? O YEA THE INDIAN DREAM=BOSS”.  OOOO big deallllllllll, Superman saves a few lives with his alien powers and what not.  I SAVE LIVES TO.  YOU WANT PROOF? Look at my frequently used, NY Blood Center Donor’s Card.  I save lives with my B+ type blood. Does Superman? I THINK NOT.  You can’t put a needle through his impenetrable skin.  ALLL HE DOES IS FLY AROUND and beat up some bad guys and save the universe a few times when most of the bad aliens are from his OWN PLANET. It’s his fault, BUT ANYWAY LETS be realistic.  We all know Superman isn’t real, but IF HE WAS, all the destruction he does to the city’s infrastructure would just increase our nation’s national debt even more.  I don’t think the pros of his work outweigh the cons.  OK MAYBE A FEW PEOPLE MAYYYYY die….in my opinion, useless is better than a burden.  I’m just kidding.  My narcissism has a limit……actually no it doesn’t, but I know I’m not in Superman’s league YET.  He is way cooler than me, no joke.   But seriously, for saving as many lives as we do by donating blood, super heroes would come up short if trying to describe us.  Getting a small pinch and a small bruise/temporarily weak arm that lasts a few days is definitely worth it when you compare it with the benefits.  MY ONLYYYY wish in this matter is if somehow (I know it’s unreasonable) the blood center would be able to tell us if someone survived off the blood that I donated.  I feel like it would be a great incentive to get more people to donate, afterall, who doesn’t like to feel important.  Personally, if the idea of doing a good deed doesn’t feel like a reward at the time, the fact that donors get free shortbread cookies and beverages is also a plus O YEA, I forgot to mention…….I really am The Indian Dream.

My experience donating blood was like another one ever before,
I was a bit skeptical about donating but I felt as I
need to do this. Knowing that someone out there needs
a blood transfusion. I donated at the GEORGE WASHINGTON
hotel and the process was a smooth 30 minutes I was in and out.
They pricked my finger to check for HIV, and to check
my blood pressure.
Soon after I got comfortable and began the process
of donating blood. Knowing that me
and a few others took the initiative to donating and helping save someones life
was amazing. When a bag and 4 small tubes of blood were full
they collected the blood and felt great.