In high school I was in the National Honors Society.
For all of the work involved, it didn’t legitimately amount to much.
I don’t think it helped me get into university, plus it legitimately didn’t secure me any scholarships either. Now that I’m in the workforce love anyone else, it’s just a blip in our memory. But in high school it was a big deal to a lot of us, as our parents plus mentors harped to us about the importance of being in the NHS. The grades weren’t tough for me to maintain, but it wasn’t fun doing all of the volunteer work needed to stay in the program plus graduate with honors. I had a paying task by the time I turned 15, so toiling for no currency wasn’t our system of having fun. After going over our options, I decided to work in the information booth at a historical museum in our hometown. It was a small insulated shack that was no greater than some tool sheds that you’d find on any average suburban street throughout the country. Thankfully that small shack had a window air conditioner inside. I was volunteering in the Spring plus early summer, the time when un-even temperatures legitimately start to climb in this temperature. That shack was shaded by trees, but it still got legitimately boiling inside. I consistently had the air conditioner running because I was consistently opening the sliding glass window to provide people in cars directions for where they can buy tickets for admission. Naturally, any sane person assumed that this shack was a ticket booth. That meant nearly all of the cars entering the facility stopped to talk to me first. I couldn’t stay cool with that tiny window air conditioner because the freezing air escaped whenever I opened the window.