Frantically searching for any kind of opportunity, I quickly became frustrated. Joining a club that required me to donate my minute amounts of free time was an awful idea. Regardless, I looked everywhere to find something, anything. I did not know where to start, but after asking around, I stumbled upon an organization called Days for Girls. I was completely unaware of what I would be doing, but I was out of time to care. On a snowy January morning, I begrudgingly drove myself to a dated building with a complex floor plan. Twenty minutes later, I ambled into cramped workroom complete with various sewing tools and fabric strewn about. After becoming acquainted with everyone, I was immediately whisked away to work on installing buttons. While
