Entry: Soup Kitchen Day 10 Nov 22, 2016

On my tenth day and twentieth hour of fulfiiling volunteer work at the soup kitchen, I could confidently count all of the new faces (of which there were very few) from the old faces. One man (whose gruff appearance and ragged white beard urge me to refer to him in private as Nick Notle) received his eighth and final meal punch for the month, and was elated to be able to retrieve a voucher next Tuesday. I had to leave early, as my mother had to pick me up from my residence hall later in the early afternoon, and then I returned home for the first time in almost three consecutive months to try to enjoy the Thanksgiving break.


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