Day 11

I was exhausted last night, as apparent by sleeping until my alarm rang.  I woke up and and had an unusual urge to go pee, but classic case of there is only one bathroom in the house so I had to wait 15 minutes until I could get to use it.  I went down for breakfast, and I threw an egg on to the stove like it was routine, and had a nice scrambled eggs on toast combo for brek.  I ate half awake, and went to brush my teeth and get dressed, but Zoelli was taking extra long in the bathroom this morning.  Finally I got in, brushed my teeth and put in new contacts.  #mylastpair.  I went down to start the chores, and Zoelli met me when I was outside.  Just as we were coming up to the coops, I noticed one chicken outside the electric fence, running around. ?.  I picked her up and put her back in the coop, but boy was that strange.  I thought I knew where she got out, so I put the fence up tighter, and then I heard Zoelli call my name.  I rushed over to find 4 dead chickens linearly lying next to the fence.  The fence was knocked over a bit, and there were feathers spewed on the ground.  It was a strgane sight, I to be honest I didn't really know what to make of it.  We each carried two chickens, and buried them in the compost pile.  Then as we went to go collect eggs, we each found another dead bird in the coops.  Uhhh...  So we moved those chickens, and in total we found six, so something must not be going right.  After the chicken escapades, we washed eggs, and then Harold told me the tasks for the rest of the day.  Weeding a whole row in the greenhouse.  A whopping 96 feet.  Party time.  And he also wanted me to hoe three "tweener rows" that you can walk on.  The worst part of all of this was that because the lettuce had to be washed, Josh, Troy, and Harold were all in the same greenhouse, so there wasn't much talking going on between Zoelli and I.  I have mentioned in earlier posts that Troy is the handyman, and a carpenter, but once he gets talking about his work he doesn't stop.  His nasally voice just keeps rambling on and on about some 36 inch frame, and how ridiculous that is.  And Josh is no help either, he just keeps feeding Troy the questions, and it is a never ending cycle.  After a certain point I had to plug my iPod in.  The ridiculously boring conversation slowly transformed into muffled noises.  Thank goodness.  It also helps to listen to music while weeding, because music puts you in a different place.  I am pretty good with remembering the first time I have ever heard a song, so when I listen I just go to different memories.  Zoelli thought that she should go get her speakers so we would be able to both hear the music, which I wasn't opposed to, but I didn't want to get a noise violation from Harold.  She brought out her speakers, and wanted me to set up a Pandora account so we could both choose artists from which we knew.  I wasn't that down to put that much effort in to the music system, and I didn't want to seem like I wasn't working if one of them came in.  I kind of avoided the whole conflict while Zoelli met with a customer who spoke spanish.  This neighbor was from the Dominican Republic, and Zoelli and her hit it off the day before I came a week and a half ago.  Today they talked briefly and she gave Zoelli her number if she ever wanted to come over.  We got back to weeding and Zoelli apologized to me if her wanting me to put on Pandora made me uncomfortable.  I told her not to worry about it.  We went in for lunch shortly after that and had a chicken and potato lunch, which I am figuring out to happen at least once every few days.  These were the chickens I potentially killed, which made me uncomfortable, but not enough to not eat them.  Nice me.  After lunch I hung out in my room and did a SAT section because the two I did last night didn't turn out so well, so I wanted to prove myself..to myself?  I did super well, and then after went on the computer for a little, and by that time it was time to start the afternoon work.  Which was weeding.  We went back out and started weeding again, but this time I finally took the time to create a Pandora account so we could both enjoy music.  After some time just weeding and having casual conversation about life, we got on the topic of my watch.  She jokes all the about how much I check my watch, and why I do it so much.  This harmless topic turned into a full blown argument, and by the end of our hour long debate I was heated.  I don't like arguing because I am a super defensive person, and half the time even if I know that I am wrong, I keep up my side of the argument just so that I won't lose.  Its a really bad policy because in the end, you feel twice as dumb.  However, this argument I had some truth.  Zoelli was pointing out that look at my watch all the time, and said subconsciously this might turn me into always following a strict schedule and being pressured by time.  I think i became so defensive because I didn't like how the end result looked for me, and because how she was generalizing how much I actually do look at my watch.  In the end it was a ridiculous argument that dragged out much to long, and hit a bumpy turn when I said I don't want to finish this argument because of this language barrier.  Which I said without thinking.  it was possibly the worst thing to say, because I hurt her feelings more than defend why I didn't want to argue anymore.  After the whole thing we each compromised on what we were arguing, and we mainly just got closer because of it.  We ended up talking about the age difference between us, 10 years, and how that affected our argument standpoints, and then ventured off into career choices, and what makes people happy.  It was a brilliant conversation, and a burning topic in my mind for the past year.  Do half of the people that choose Business as a major actually like the idea of working with numbers and money, or do they just figure if they major in Business they are more likely to make more money than a bunch of other majors.  I have a hard time accepting that.  I want to go into a major that I am so fanatic about, that I don't want it to feel like schoolwork.  This talk went on until we finished our work, and I had an awesome time contemplating it all.  After washing up, we had chicken pasta for dinner and I had about three servings.  The worst part is the dessert situation.  So tonight I went down and put granola and honey in a bowl with some cut up apples.  #thebesticoulddo.  It was fine, but I have had better desserts.  Anyways sell counting down the days ;).  Nighty.