As my school is as jolly and merry as the very Santa Claus, we buckled down to throw a Christmas/Halloween/YES-It’s-Almost-Christmas-Break! carnival, sponsored by the National Honor Society and aided with the help of the Art Club, International Club, Key Club, and Student Council. With association of 5 clubs, I’d figure the actual carnival would cover an expanse of at least a suburban block. However, I was proved wrong, and it summed up to be a small cranny of our school. Not even a cranny. It was more or less a long handicapped-persons ramp; a corner if you will.

The carnival itself was quite lively, with children hankering to get their face painted, teenagers pummeling a billboard with a football, and parents aching for warm nachos in the unbelievable cold.

I, myself, intended to volunteer as much as I could, since I participated in 3 of those 5 clubs. I intended paint a child’s face, serve nachos, sell cookies, and help hang up Christmas lights simultaneously.

Despite my alacrity to help, I turned out to be quite the waste of a volunteer, in the midst of the social buzz, as I was just vagabonding around… being… an unproductive slug. That lack of productivity led to meandering around the school halls with friends, roaming the half lit halls as if the Grudge was going to appear at the other end of the corridor. It got to the point where they led to venture into the girl’s room. Did you know there’s some sort of contraption in there that dispenses mysterious packages?

However, I did help fold up some tarp at the end of everything. That counts?

It’s funny how our original reason to do something reciprocates and we end up doing something totally irrelevant to the original reason. I mean, have you walked down the aisle of a grocery store, originally there to purchase bread, but end up with a shopping cart full of irrelevant products?

Do you have lapses of unproductive leisure? How often? When?