This is how it goes.
So basically... My name is Max Wyman and I have decided to take a gap year before college, for many reasons, such as: not being absolutely thrilled with the college I was about to attend, and wanting to explore and experience life. Just that sentence alone makes me happy. I can't think of a better time, personally, to take a gap year because there is a lot I have to learn about myself, and about who I really want to be. Now... about what I am actually doing.
I will be volunteering on organic farms across the country. Wow, right? Yeah pretty out there I guess, but when you actually take a second to think about it, it kinda makes sense. I am always looking for a different route to take, or a way to separate myself because being cliche is not in my bag of tricks. I will be volunteering my hours during the day, farming, and I will be fed and housed by the host farm family that fosters me. My first farm is in Emmitsburg, Maryland and my second is in Vienna, Maine. So... join me on this blog while I try to find myself and also learn the ropes of farming ;).
Monday, October 24, 2011
Day 22
I slept like a baby last night. I woke up at 755 easy money. I went down to breakfast, and I hate to say it but it was good to have my classic Pb and J toast again. I ate, and got ready to go work, but of course Zoelli wanted to wait 15 minutes until they got up, insisting that it was logical. So, I waited and then we went down to do the chicken chores. After we completed those, he had me wash spinach for a little while, until he had eaten breakfast, and then began the tomato work. I picked all the ripe tomatoes from 4 rows, lining the 96 ft of greenhouse. After that, I started to take down all of the plants, because they were pst their prime. This is what took me the rest of the day. You have to pull the root of the plant from the ground, detach the clasps then hold it to a string, which is hanging from a metal wire about 8ft from the ground. The work was so repetitive, and you couldn't really take breaks, so it seemed to go on forever. We worked until lunch, which was leftovers, which I always seem to enjoy here. Usually Laura, adds in a little something new to each leftover dish, so its never really that predictable. Lunch, was enjoyable, and then I went to my room to see what time my flight was actually leaving, and surfed the web. When we went back out, we had the same exact job, until the day was over. Besides the constant conversation with Zoelli, and all the jokes we now have, the job was utterly terrible. Nothing really happened today that was memorable, I kind of just was mainly thinking about how I want to be home, and how boring the work was. A few funny things happened that Zoelli told me though. While I was gone at Colby, Laura asked Zoelli if she had ever seen my woofing icon picture. Laura told her that i looked like a crazy person, and if my mom hadn't shmoozed up Harold for about an hour and a half on the phone before I left, they wouldn't have accepted me! How classic is that. For those who can't see my picture, it is from photo booth, and I am throwing up a shaka...above earth in front of the moon ( with the cool changing background application ). I thought it was hilarious how Laura told Zoelli that. And thanks mom ;). Another funny thing that happened was that Harold asked me about my message machine. I had forgot that I had set it to me speaking gibberish, because for the amount of people that are calling me, it all seems way too classic that they heard that when I didn't answer. If you have my number you should try calling just to hear it, because its hilarious. He asked if it actually meant something, and I had to explain it was just me being funny. After we finally finished our duties, we went to do chicken chores, and then called it a day. We came in at 545 and we worked about 9 hours, but for some reason today was so tiring for me. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I hadn't worked in awhile, or because I wanted to go home, but I was so tired, and fed up with the work. Hopefully my last two days won't be like that. Well anyways. Nighty.
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