This Sunday at the soup kitchen with Serve the City was less fun than last Sunday in my opinion. I think it is partly because I was going through some personal issues that were affecting my mood, but in the end the soup kitchen kind of helped lift my mood. I think that last time it may have also been more fun, because it was my first time so it was super exciting.
In the morning when I got there I was quite tired and not in the mood for "soup kitchening", but then as I started working I decided that I didn't want to mope and tried to cheer up. I worked in the kitchen again this time, serving soup into the bowls. I had a different partner this time to help me out. If I'm honest, I preferred my other partner because we talked more.
This time the music that was playing was really cheerful and got a lot of people dancing around a bit while they were serving the soup. The most memorable thing from this Sunday was one of the homeless people who came to eat at the soup kitchen. He had a really long beard and a groggy voice. He ate one and half bowls of soup (the portion that everyone is allowed to have) and then he sat at his table for another hour demanding for more soup (in a funny way) and reading everyone's names off their aprons and calling them by their names. He gave me a new name and started calling me Katarina-Rosalie, which I found absolutely hilarious.
In conclusion, I had fun at the soup kitchen again and I hope I can go again next Sunday!
In the morning when I got there I was quite tired and not in the mood for "soup kitchening", but then as I started working I decided that I didn't want to mope and tried to cheer up. I worked in the kitchen again this time, serving soup into the bowls. I had a different partner this time to help me out. If I'm honest, I preferred my other partner because we talked more.
This time the music that was playing was really cheerful and got a lot of people dancing around a bit while they were serving the soup. The most memorable thing from this Sunday was one of the homeless people who came to eat at the soup kitchen. He had a really long beard and a groggy voice. He ate one and half bowls of soup (the portion that everyone is allowed to have) and then he sat at his table for another hour demanding for more soup (in a funny way) and reading everyone's names off their aprons and calling them by their names. He gave me a new name and started calling me Katarina-Rosalie, which I found absolutely hilarious.
In conclusion, I had fun at the soup kitchen again and I hope I can go again next Sunday!
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