I Do, Therefore I Am

While walking down Orchard Road yesterday morning with Faith and Anne in tow, we encountered wave upon wave of Secondary school kids carrying tins, asking for donations to St. John's Ambulance in return for some stickers.
They come in all shapes and sizes, but a few stereotypes stand out:
<li><strong>The can't-be-bothereds</strong>. Often in groups, these schoolkids are the ones you'd immediately describe as "recalcitrant". They walk about with their headphones on, and the stark emptiness of their tins don't bother them – they're just passing time.</li>
<li><strong>The frazzled</strong>. Walking around like a bee on steroids, they wear the frown of a stockbroker after a market collapse. They buzz around, inspecting everyone to see if they've pasted the stickers. When faced with a potential "victim" who doesn't sport the sticker, the frown intensifies, they step towards their target, then chicken out at the last minute.</li>
<li><strong>The shy</strong>. They'll be seen at the corner, considerately staying out of your way but constantly hoping you'll come over and do your good deed for the month. They occasionally gang up to take out people at the fringe of the crowd.</li>
<li><strong>The enthused</strong>. I've never seen this type until yesterday. This girl popped up from behind us and chirped, "please donate", and flashed a big smile. When we told her we already had donated, she smiled, thanked us and went to the next person. Her cheerfulness was very contagious.</li>
I've come to realise that I care for these kids a great deal – all of them. It could be the day job at the Ministry of Education. It's getting to me.

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