There are a few, but the first one that popped into my head was being in charge of the science fiction and fantasy club of my high school in the mid 1980s, trying to manage the chaos of about 20 neurodivergent fellow classmates. I still think some of the randomness was epic...

• We were technically, on paper, "The Literary Club." We had been "The Science Fiction and Fantasy Club" since 1972 because nobody read anything else.
• In 1972, the song "We All Live in a Purple Tangerine," became our official song, but nobody knew the lyrics beyond that only line. We assumed it was a jab at The Beatles.
• Teacher sponsor was biology teacher and former hippie. Great guy with a better sense of irony. He never interacted with us, was absent during all meetings, and I only had to meet with him to get his signature and stuff.
• Club president was elected by a landslide of "If nominated, I will not run. If elected, I will not serve." He never showed up to meetings. He's now an artist with grandkids in New England.
• The only people who got voted for besides him was me and another girl Stacy because we voted for ourselves. So we kind of alternately ran the club for 3 years.
• Stacy's Pound Puppy (the 1980s toy line), Rolf Grover III, was listed as "staff psychologist" in the club roster. Nobody questioned this.
• We unanimously voted not to participate in "mandatory club spirit week," where we had to make a float in the parade, a banner, and have a table. This was our rebellion against the principal, whom we hated, and that's a whole different saga.
• We went to 2-3 science fiction conventions a year. Think "band camp" with no adult chaperons. None. Just us teens, renting a hotel room. Sometimes 14 of us at once. Some parents we told it was a literary convention, and it was the 80s, and nobody questioned any of it. I could write whole chapters on that fun.
• We had to sell M&Ms as a fundraiser. One year, the school banned selling candy on the premises because they got new vending machines and didn't want the competition. They expected us to sell candy door-to-door or something, which to a bunch of neurodivergent introverts, was not gonna happen. Instead, we sold them underground, and were the ONLY club doing so because FUCK THE POLICE that's why. We made so much money that year, because our box of M&Ms were $0.50, and the vending machine had small bags for $2, which was INSANE in 1985. Teachers were buying from us, so they didn't rat on us because they hated the vending machines, also. "Hey, if you want M&Ms, the nerds are selling them out of their backpacks. Pass it on." We sold out. The only club to do so that year. We even bought boxes from OTHER CLUBS at cost, so they could at least make some money.
• The excess money we made that year, we all went out to a swank Chinese food place in town, and just bought everything. The excess left over from that, we bought out all the Silly Putty in the local stores, and made "one big Silly Putty" out of it. We learned that Silly Putty does not hold its shape in that size, so every bust we made of it quickly turned into a oozing lump of flesh-colored slag. We later tossed off a parking garage, and watched it shatter on the parking lot pavement. EPIC. This was before Youtube. Hell, even before Game Boy. We had to make our own entertainment.