Senior project

My school had a senior project requirement.
A brief internship at some business or organization you’re interested in.
I was interested in Science, so I planned a few weeks in their medical technology lab.
Instead, my mother conspired with the program coordinator to dump me in a homeless shelter.
Where I was attacked repeatedly, and once forcibly injected with heroin.
These days, when bums on the corner beg for money, I hand out monopoly money.
I donate the itchiest clothes and blankets to shelters.
And drop cans of creamed beets and other disgusting things off at food bank donation drives.