One of my vivid memories from fifth grade is the day my class participated in a welfare office simulation.
My teacher led us into an empty multipurpose room in the school where a table was set up. Two women were seated; one in front of an A-M sign, the other in front of N-Z.
We had been “homeless” all week, engaging in exercises like carrying our backpacks at all times, including recess and lunch. If we left them accidentally unattended, our teachers would take them away for the rest of the day.