Chaos Theory Anonymous

Now in three more seconds, we take a right turn-yup, 1, 2, 3 trees, that means we’re at the railroad tracks. Hold on! I forgot my bach urtext today. Oh well, I have it memorized. Winging it? Pff, not a problem. Wait. I wonder what happened to that pivot table. Guess I’ll go ask Michael about it.

It’s been long enough so that I can recall every bump in the road, every turn, every stop en route to Hawthorne Senior Care Centre. I must admit, a senior care facility doesn’t exactly epitomize chaos, but then again, I didn’t have the usual experience.

I started my hunt for low-stress volunteer hours when I was in eighth grade. Stepping into a room which had the words “Volunteer opportunities at Care homes” hastily scrawled with a green sharpie onto a piece of paper which had been ripped out of a notebook(and had clearly seen better days), I waited with three other brave souls for our initiation. The teacher walked in, appraising us slowly-she clearly was not surprised at the size of the turnout. As she started giving her talk with an air of world-weariness, I felt a little relief. At least the place wasn’t far(a light ten minute jog for our car) and I could contribute what I was most comfortable with-playing the violin.

My interview...