My first WHS Club Fair was nothing short of a safety hazard. Mobs of dazed and impressionable underclassmen forced themselves and their 10-pound backpacks through the cafeteria doors. Slews of club presidents were planted outside next to last year’s poster boards, luring unassuming freshmen to their tables with the promise of a Tootsie Roll. I was scared, overwhelmed, and positively flattened beneath the mass of my peers.
That year was an exception, since the school had decided to hold the event outside, and to crowd the tables so close to each other that the attendees could hardly move their arms. In general, the Club Fair is actually a vital school tradition, giving underclassmen a glimpse into the post 2:50 p.m. world that will soon become an integral part of their WHS experience.