...without the proper life skills...
You know, there's nothing like a long day of hard labour to make a gal feel useful. After five hours of picking berries, weeding flower beds, laying irrigation pipe, trimming hedges with one of those chainsaw looking things, and counting 120 pea seeds 80 times, I feel as if I've actually done something. Unlike those other college kids who are stuck waiting tables, saying "would you like fries with that," or taking care of little brats, I have wounds to show for my work. I have scratches on my hands and arms, bruises on my legs, and a sharp pain in the small of my back, not to mention an unsightly farmer's tan. But do I complain? Of course not! I can actually say that I like what I do. Why? Because I'm outside.
This all goes back to the whole air conditioning thing. In every building for the past ten years it has been getting colder and colder, as Americans get fatter and fatter. Last year when I worked in the nematode lab, my thoughts always returned to the cold state of the room, and my performance extracting nematodes from soybean soil was not quite as good as it could have been had I not been so cold. Where am I going with this? Well, one can only guess, but I would like to say that America as a whole could save tons of money if we stopped spending so much on utilites, especially schools. Perhaps this is my purpose in life: to teach efficiency to my students (provided I actually become a teacher).
Slainte!
seashell
