Immediately after class, I opened the box.<\/p>\n
The first bag, I gave to Jordan because he told me that he loves animal crackers. Then he called me weird.<\/p>\n
Normally, after class, I put my headphones in and walk home. Today, I was going to Olsen with Jordan. As we walked to the Olsen Student Center my headphones were nowhere in sight and I actually paid attention to people. Walking past people I had thoughts like, do I give it to her? But then I\u2019d have to give crackers to the entire group. I could give it to that person, but they have too many things in their hands. I could give him a bag, but he doesn\u2019t look like he eats cookies. I basically made excuses for myself.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I saw a friend walking past and I gave her a bag and she responded with a \u201cBless you.\u201d I laughed, but I think this was when I gain the confidence to start just handing cookies out to people. I saw someone sitting down on a bench outside of Lewis Hall on her computer and gave her a bag. I didn\u2019t ask her if she wanted it. I just handed it to her. She looked at the bag, then me, and with a smile said thank you.<\/p>\n
I felt good, doing a good deed like that. I missed the feeling of making people happy and seeing them smile. This assignment really reminded me that I really like to see people smile. I hate people, but I never wish for their unhappiness.<\/p>\n
I continued to walk and I wondered what was going through the minds of other people.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did that girl give her animal crackers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! They must be friends, I wish my friends would do that for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I had animal crackers. Should I ask her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Just some generic ideas of what might\u2019ve been going through the mind of others.<\/p>\n
Walking inside of Olsen, there were a couple of girls sitting across from the front doors and to the side was a group of three boys. At this point, I felt like if I gave the girls the animal crackers, I was obligated to give the guys cookies as well. I felt like being in an enclosed space, I had to give everyone around me a bag of cookies. While being outside if I gave the cookies to one person and another passed by I didn\u2019t have to give that person cookies.<\/p>\n
I gave a bag to the girl dressed in all black. She looked at me confused. She was also the only person that asked me: \u201cWhy?\u201d My response, \u201cJust because.\u201d Her face lit up and she thanked me. I gave a bag to a sportier looking girl sitting two seats away from the other girl and she thanked me as well. Everyone on this campus seems to have manners.<\/p>\n
The guys, I just placed them on their laptop or whatever they were doing and they all got so excited! One of them asked, \u201cIs this your good deed for the day?\u201d I said no but as I think about it was it a good deed for the day? It made me think about what good things I\u2019ve done in the recent past. I can\u2019t really think of anything. So, this might\u2019ve been my good deed without me even knowing. Is giving out cookies, that I didn\u2019t even buy and I\u2019m only giving these out for an assignment really make it a \u2018good deed\u2019?<\/p>\n
I left them with smiles on their faces.<\/p>\n
Downstairs in Buck\u2019s, I gave two more bags away. They didn\u2019t ask why but they thanked me. I have a single bag left. I gave my last bag to a friend and called it a day.<\/p>\n
People trust too much or maybe I just look trusting today. What if I wore my \u2018I hate everyone (and pants)\u2019 shirt? What kind of comments will I get then? What would\u2019ve happened if I wore all black with pure black make-up? Would they be willing to keep those cookies then? What happened if I just threw them at people? Would they still smile about animal crackers being thrown at them?<\/p>\n
There are so many different events that could\u2019ve happened if I looked or acted differently. There was very little confusion in people\u2019s face, just smiles of happiness. I find it so interesting because growing up kids are taught not to accept gifts from strangers. I didn\u2019t know a majority of the people I gave those cookies to, and they accepted these cookies with smiles.<\/p>\n
Jordan started choking on an animal cracker and accused me of poisoning him. For all any of those people know, I could\u2019ve been trying to poison them! One girl asked a question and even then she trusted cookies coming from me.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s done is done. I believe that this campus is too kind and trusting of strangers. I\u2019m happy I could make someone\u2019s day a little better or more interesting with this assignment. Yet, was doing any of this my good deed for the day? I\u2019m not really sure. I did get good karma, because someone gave me a banana nut muffin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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