Zombie Apocalypse

Two weeks ago, as part of my school's curriculum, I had to do 20 hours of community service. No, going to an animal shelter never crossed my mind, so I ended up going to a nearby nursing home with two friends of mine. Playing bingo for a week didn't sound too bad. Turns out not too many elderly people play bingo, and those who do, don't need help playing it.

Instead, we had to spend about half our time in the dementia section of the complex. That, was possibly one of the most disturbing and moving experiences of my life. Yeah sure we started off making jokes about how they all looked like zombies, and how they smelt like they decided going to the toilet was for young people, but after the initial excitement wore off, the realisation that we had a long road ahead of us had set in.

Recursive conversations, nausea, trauma, anxiety all plagued us while we were in there. They looked like a bunch of corpses sitting around in a room moaning endlessly. Don't really want to talk about it.

But after we got out of there it was actually alright. We started just walking around the place, taking people for walks out into the sun and having chats with them, as well as perving on the receptionist and one of the nurses who were both in their early 20's. One lady pulled us aside and talked to us for like 3 hours about architecture and stuff while we were pretending to listen to her (we were listening to our iPods the whole time we were there).

The funniest part of our service there was during 'Gentlemen's Club'. My (hot-ish) teacher came to visit us and the whole time they were checking her out and whispering things to each other. And when she left, they just made jokes about her :p

I also got told by some lady to "Go Home!" after I asked her if she wanted some help.
My friends and I looked at each other, puzzled as to what she meant. So we asked her if she meant back to school? She answered us with a,
"Go back home to China!"

Not as bad as what happened to my (black) friend, though. He was wheeling some guy outside and the guy kept singing, "Eenie meenie miney mo, catch the nigger by the toe."
Hehe.

Also,
When I went to 'Gentlemen's Club' they asked me how long I was on exchange for.
And,
My friend and I had four (very) mature ladies try flirt with us.
Quite Disturbing.

I really don't get it, when I first went to my school, most people didn't realise I was half asian but when I went to the nursing home they all picked up on it straight away.



Butters,