"So why you ask me come out all the way here if we're going to do at my house anyway?"
"To discuss the venue. Hee hee."
"..."

Right, Charlene. You made me change my clothes, walk under the blazing afternoon sun for a blazing 10 minutes, just to tell me the best place to do the project is at my house. Brilliant! Marvellous! Ingenious!

Although I haven't done Flag Day myself yet, I have got to opine frankly, that I reckon it's a terrific farce. You literally beg some people to donate to some goddamned association who replies on some forced volunteerism scheme to get some students (who actually don't give a shit) out there to hold cans asking some strangers for some money.

If you request donations from others, then you should be prepared to donate yourself. Likewise, if you are not one to be enthusiastic about dropping coins into those tin cans, then you shouldn't expect others to be, either. The thing is, I happen to belong to the latter group.

I remember thinking a lot, when I see students with those tin cans asking around for donations, that I would never, like these poor chaps, volunteer willingly to do the same. Well, shit happens, and it seems that Flag Day is a compulsory CIP activity for Secondary Four students in my school.

Thus, I have been abominably condemned to carry out execrable, humiliating activities of plebeian caliber.

It's understandable that few will share the same sentiments as me, and instead shall commit themselves with keen, bubbling avidity, reveling in sheer self-satisfaction with the belief that they are so assiduously assisting the less fortunate. However, that is your business, not mine, and vice versa, so allow ourselves to keep it that way.

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