Here are some things about FCS, a special at our school where we garden, cook, sew, and learn about food.
This post is definitely going to have a very casual tone. My posts are usually really casual, but in this post, I want to do less explaining to others and more writing as a record for myself.
**<– I name these Bob and Maria.
My first matter to write about is the dreaded 10 year plan every student in eighth grade does. It’s the huge project that pretty much makes up our grades. We have to write out thirty goals for the next ten years (three for each year) and explain how we will achieve them. Then, we find a way to present them, usually relating to our main goal. For example, someone in a previous class wanted to play hockey in college, and created a poster in the shape of a hockey stick. (Well. I suppose I am explaining. But it’s kind of something that’s necessary for you guys to understand the story, and I’m used to it anyway.)
Never mind, this post is going to be way too long. On to the next thing!
**<– These are called Lenny and Kia.
For the first several classes, we got to choose to go the garden or stay inside and cook. We have a late group because there are two teachers who each teach one class a period, and we combined our two.
I chose to garden every time. We went outside to the greenhouses, and moved rocks/pebbles into the greenhouses as a floor.
The current floor was very muddy. So we wore boots. Everyone complained so much about the mud, which I didn’t understand. To me, mud is just mud. I don’t really care, it’s not really that “gross” (cue high pitched girl voice imitation by yours truly). But everyone was complaining, just some less than others. Even the guys kept saying it was disgusting; the girls just said it more.
A certain group of girls complained to their heart’s content (or actually, they probably could’ve complained more; you should hear the kinds of petty things they get so upset over). Over and over again, it was “Ah, my shoes!” and “Oooohhh my gosh. My favorite dress is soooo dirty!” ETC ETC. Like why did you choose to come gardening in the first place? It’s not like you’re helping us anyway. You’re just standing off to the side doing nothing but annoying us all by complaining endlessly about that “dirt” on you I can’t even see. Like, have you seen me? That’s actual dirt. But you know the real difference? I don’t care at all, and I haven’t been complaining. Well, I understand some people want to look perfectly clean and put together, but when it comes to the point where you’re now just bothering others by talking about the nonexistent dirt…
Anyway, teacher was going to have the girls lay down the plastic, and the boys move the rocks. The girls (not the ones who stood off and didn’t do anything) looked like they were almost done and didn’t need help, so I went to move the rocks with the boys and apparently Emaan. She and some guys were shoveling and filling up bins with rocks, so the other boys could go over and dump the bins in the greenhouse.
They said they didn’t need help, but I picked up a shovel and started scooping anyway. There were three sizes of containers- many small and medium bins, and just two large buckets.
I started shoveling in the beginning, but ended up taking the bins to the greenhouse. I mostly took the medium one, but tried the bucket at one point when no one else was using it, and I… kinda…. dropped it… Heh. Heh heh. I dropped it with a bit of control though, so it’s not like it spilled all over the ground.
The next day in class, we continued moving the rocks and we were able to finish.
**<– Rana and Casey
Part two coming soon! I decided this post was too long. And I guess I’m just going to end it abruptly instead of leading it out smoothly.
~Sapphire
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