Hope and Fear in a Time of Climate Change

by Andy

If we humans are to overcome the challenges of global climate change, we may need to all learn to think like adolescents. Try to remember your own challenges as an adolescent. Mine were many. Like many adults, when I look back on my own adolescence, I remember how socially awkward I felt most of the time. I spent a lot of time attempting to discern how I might fit in. In retrospect, my adolescence seems like an inordinately anxious and fearful time, but also I know that I survived and sometimes thrived. I survived because, also typical of any adolescent, my own inordinate anxiousness was paired with undaunted hopefulness, boundless creativity, and a willingness to take risks. In social life, this optimism kept me engaged with friends and potential friends. In my life of civic engagement, my hopefulness attached to vegetarianism, environmental activism, writing letters to save the rainforest, recycling, joining the Peace Corps, and ultimately becoming an organic farmer and a teacher. In each young person the hope, the fear, and the willingness to take risks all interact, and the resulting actions can produce the wisdom of experience and an expansion of possibilities. However, if the positive potential of adolescence is not nurtured, then the lessons of experience can lead to a shrinking of possibilities and disillusionment, disinterest, and disengagement. We humans desperately need to understand and support our adolescents and our own selves in civic engagement if we are to have a chance of saving the precious planet we are messing up so badly.

We are in a moment in history when we collectively need to rise to the occasion. When as a teacher I see adolescents look at History, I see them often initially interpret past events as clearly good or evil. They can be frustrated with the inaction of historical people in the face of obvious injustice. There is outrage at slavery, the Holocaust, the Trail of Tears. The hindsight of History allows young people to look back in disbelief and ask "How could they have allowed that to happen for so long?" Our heroes are those who reach for greatness and often they are those who are great because they have had the courage and creativity to fight injustice: Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela. My own heroes were a mix of great, ground-breaking people and great fighters against injustice: Edward Abbey, Jerry Garcia, Fran Tarkington, John Lennon, Wendell Berry. Of course, our heroes are also personal: our parents, teachers, and peers. I remember an older college student who made a massive sculpture out of styrofoam that brought attention to the problem of waste. He was a giant in my eyes! We are in an important historical moment right now. Future generations of adolescents will look back on our moment in history and ask "How could it have taken so long for them to change?" We must all become heroes, and we need to engage our adolescents and our own adolescence in order rise against the injustice of the moment. Make no mistake, there is injustice inherent in this issue.

The climate change issue often overwhelms me. I look at the numbers and I can't fathom how we are going to face this. The other day there was a rebroadcast on MPR of a talk by Hal Harvey, a CEO of Energy Innovation: Policy and Technology LLC (see link at the end of this blog). He laid it out for us. We are currently over 400 parts per billion (ppb) of carbon in the atmosphere. Based on research of climates from the past, scientists can tell that the last time earth was at that level of carbon, sea level was 75 feet higher. The fact that sea level has not risen that far yet seems to be just a matter of time. Yikes! But it is not just sea level rising, the warming oceans evaporate more water, and this creates more storms and more severe storms. Think more deadly typhoons, hurricanes, and "super storms". Also, as carbon accumulates in the oceans, the resulting carbonic acid acidifies the oceans and undermines the shells of the zooplankton, which are the basis for every ocean ecosystem, not to mention all the people who depend on the ocean for food. Climate change shifts rainfall patterns and some areas will be and are experiencing chronic droughts, which can lead to huge agricultural losses and more frequent wildfires. Then there are are the feedback loops that have the potential to accelerate the accumulation of carbon in the atmosphere. The most distressing to me is the methane trapped in the permafrost in the tundra areas. As the permafrost thaws, the methane is released. Methane is many times more potent as a greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide. We need radical change and we need it now. Do you know who are really good at radical change? Adolescents.

Hal Harvey let us know that even if we stopped all emissions of carbon today, the carbon in the atmosphere will still stay at 400 ppb for a very long time, maybe hundreds of years. But we are not stopping. In fact, if we keep emitting carbon at the current rate, soon we will be at 650 ppb. Mr. Harvey described dire consequences as that happens, and he said that at some point we will just have to stop, because the planet will become unlivable. Why not stop now? HOW ABOUT NOW!?! I was blown away when Mr. Harvey said that if we are to have any sort of a chance, we will need to leave 80% of all fossil fuels (coal, natural gas, and oil) in the ground. I had been secretly hoping for peak oil to save us. I had hoped that as we run out of fossil fuels, they would become more costly compared to renewables, and we would make the shift because of economics. But it seems we need to voluntarily leave fossil fuel in the ground. This will be hard for those who benefit financially from extracting and processing fossil fuels. With the advent of fracking, natural gas is cheaper than ever, and the U.S. finally has a measure of "energy independence," but all that is meaningless in a time of runaway climate change. We need worldwide action on climate change. Now. Mr. Harvey was not all doom and gloom. He reminded us that humans are resourceful and creative. He spoke of how the United States transformed its entire economy in the space of a few months when we entered World War II. Those adolescents and young adults who fought and overcame fascism became what we now call our "Greatest Generation." We now need another transformation and we also need another incredible generation. Our young people are ready to answer the call to fight for justice.

Climate change is a social justice issue because, at least at first, the results of climate change are experienced more by some people than others. Poor people are the first to suffer in any disaster. Island nations are in trouble. People who are chronically in the path of tropical storms already are demanding action on climate change. Agricultural losses to long term drought or unforeseen flooding are displacing small-scale farmers and herders all over the planet. We need empathy even more now, as collectively we become immune news of death in far away places. We need engagement in the political processes at the local, state, and national level. There is actually a lot we can do. One of my current heroes, Bill Mckibben, is leading efforts to get people to encourage institutions to divest from fossil fuels. His organization, 350.org, is named for the top limit of ppb for carbon that scientists think would have prevented large-scale climate change. We need his kind of energy, enthusiasm, and creativity. We can find it in our young people if we only call it forth. I think we get stuck collectively as a species where we cannot nurture a developmental stage. We need to get unstuck at this developmental stage and unleash the positive potential of adolescence in order to survive.

Link to Hal Harvey's speech:

http://www.mprnews.org/story/2013/07/31/mpr_news_presents

18 December

           

            Some of us woke up to do farm chores. We fed the llamas and sheep and chickens. At breakfast we realized it was our last full day at the Land School. After breakfast and math, we had Occupations.  This was our last full day.

Lauryn

What to do with all this beauty?

by Andy

It has been incredibly beautiful at the Land School lately. It can be hard for me to remember to notice natural beauty when it seems like it is everywhere every day. These past two weeks we have been living in a winter wonderland at the Land School and I have been just going about my day as if everything is normal. I walk every day to the Homestead and the snow on the trees is overwhelmingly beautiful, but yet I am not overwhelmed every time. Sometimes I think I must not be an artist or a poet, because I just walk by beauty and I can just glancingly notice it and move on. I have work to do or I am late for something. Who really has time for infinity? Tonight, as I write, I try to capture some of these moments.

During the first week of December, we had a mix of rain and snow for three days off and on. It seemed like it would never stop snowing and raining. Over the course of those three days it was the perfect combination of conditions to make the snow stick to the trees and branches. The snow piled up several inches on top of even the smallest branches, and then when it rained lightly, it would glaze the snowy branches in ice and encase the snow and branch in a crystalline cocoon. This happened on every branch and every tree in the forest. Then on that Thursday it turned very cold. Usually when snow sticks to the branches in the forest, the next day the sun comes out and melts the snow off the branches or the wind blows and the snow falls off. I usually have to rush out just after dawn to enjoy the winter wonderland before the ephemeral moment is gone. But the extreme cold that came that Thursday seemed to set the snow and ice on the branches. It stayed, and the clear, cold, sunny days did not melt it off. Instead we were treated to the shimmering reflection of the rays of sunlight bouncing off thousands of icy branches. In the late afternoons, with sunlight shimmering off the icy branches it is almost too beautiful to bear. I am driving or walking somewhere and I feel like stopping, just to admire the beauty.

But I don't stop. In fact at best it is just a cursory glance and a thought: "Wow, that is something!" Then I keep going.  Maybe I am afraid that if I started noticing unique and beautiful things, that I would not be able to function in the real world. There are so many times when I am amazed by the unique and ridiculously beautiful variety in nature. The snowy, swirly wind while I plow the snow at the Homestead. The whirr of birds' wings at the bird blind. The veins on a leaf. The colors of the sunset or sunrise. The flavor of a habanero pepper or a kubocha squash. The smell of a campfire or even when I drive by a house that is burning wood for heat. The patterns on elm trunks after the bark has peeled off. The steam rising from my morning cup of tea. The patterns in weathered barn wood. My life could feel like a progression of multi-sensory beautiful moments. And I don't know what to do with it all.

When I begin to see beauty in one place, I notice that it seems like it is everywhere. I realize what a gift each of our students is. I think every face and person is beautiful. The sound of laughter and excited talking bouncing off the walls in the Homestead is beautiful. The smell of fresh baked bread and steamy soup is also beautiful. The purring of a cat, the dog chasing a ball. Two summers ago, I made a deliberate attempt to notice beauty. I decided to stop and take three mindful breaths whenever I came across beauty. It worked for a few months. Often in the garden I would stop and just be standing there breathing mindfully as a bird sang or a tree moved in the breeze. Flowers would get me. But then my old familiar "hurry-up" came in and I forgot to slow down and notice things. These past two weeks nature has literally hit me over the head with beauty (sometimes falling ice and snow from trees). I might have to start with those mindful breaths again. Maybe there are two steps to beauty. There is the beauty that is inherent in something, and then there is my inclination to notice it.

In rereading this essay I notice that the word beauty is repeated so much. As a writer, I know that repeating a word in sentence after sentence can seem stale and redundant. When I revise, I try to eliminate redundancies and add new creative ways to say things. But as I reread today, I think that the whole point of the essay is that when beauty appears to be everywhere every day, it can seem boring and redundant. Enough already. I don't mean to say a blanket "everything is beautiful" statement either. In fact, there is considerable ugliness in the world, and we need to recognize it when it exists, like when we notice racism or environmental destruction. Ugliness can be a call to action. I think my point is that beauty can also be a call to action, or at least it can call on me to notice it. Thankfully today it is supposed to warm up and get above freezing and maybe some of that snow will melt off the branches, so I can get back to my life.

17 December

Today is our second-to-last full day at the Land School, Farmstay 2. We started out the day with farm chores and breakfast, and then we welcomed Dave early to help us with math. After math we started to get ready for the JH. After we were done with that, we sat by the road and anxiously awaited the bus. When it arrived, we welcomed everyone and then gathered at the fire circle and formed out stewardship groups. I am normally with Katie in the Prairie Group, but today I went with Donna’s group, Facilities. Throughout the Farm Stay, Ava and I have been working on signs to go around to make the Land School more understandable. Today we laminated them, and got to use a staple gun to put them up. After that, it was time for lunch, and after that we had free time. Lucia, Helen, Ale, Ava, Julia, and I went on a walk and then just sat down and talked. Then we went to the tree house for a little while, and before we knew it, it was time to go back to the Homestead and the bus. When we got back to the Homestead everyone started saying goodbye. But it was different than usual, because we wouldn’t be seeing everyone when we got back on Friday. Today, Farm Stay 2 said goodbye to our Mexican exchange student, Alejandra. Most of the girls started crying as we said goodbye, but then after the bus left, it was time to go back to our Farm Stay 2 schedule. After they left, we worked on making our tie dye t-shirts and zentangles. Then it was time for chores, dinner set-up, dinner, and dinner clean-up, and now study hall. This Farm Stay has been truly amazing and we are all looking forward to ending it on a good note.                        

                                                                                                ~ Sophie

16 December 2013

by Filippo   

         Today we did many things. We started off the day with breakfast at 7:45 and after the clean up crew had finished their cleaning of the kitchen, we had math; math starts at 8:30 and that was a great period of time to work on the practice cycle expectations for math. At 9:30 after the math was finished we had land school stuff with Katie a.k.a Science. Science was a time were we got to work on slope which is the new lesson that Dave has kindly sent us from the urban campus. We divided into four groups of 3 and each group was assigned a slope on the Land School property such as: the sledding hill, or the back of the homestead. With a rope we measured and we finally came back inside and finished up with the math. After a long science/math work time everyone was very hungry so we had lunch in our mentor groups. Lunch was risotto, cauliflower and garlic bread. After lunch we all went on a hike with our mentor groups, my group went on a hike to try to identify trees with the new tree identification guide that we made. After the hike we had a council meeting with all the staff and all the students about how things were going and reports about the land school. This meeting lasted about an hour. After the meeting we had micro eco, which is were we got to add up all of our profits from the craft fair and see how much money we made! After adding and subtracting for two hours it was daily chore time. After chores we had twenty minutes of free time except for the dinner crew this was a good time to have fun and relax free time included ping-pong and foosball and many other activities. We were called up for dinner and we had enchiladas and rice. After we had study hall were I am writing this. After we will have closing and get ready for a new day.

15 Dec

Today (Sunday the 15th) was one of my favorite days for many reasons. One being that after the excitement and energy of the Holiday Fair had past, Sunday was a extremely laid back and calm day. I for the first time on the Farm Stay, slept until 10:00. It was amazing to wake up and have the beautiful Wisconsin sun seeping through my window, making the beginning of my day considerably exceptional. We only had farm chores today, because on Sundays we have brunch, which has its own crew. It was a delicious brunch consisting of eggs, pancakes, sausage and fruit. I happily indulged myself after feeling exceptionally hungry after playing foosball.  Sundays are leisurely at the Homestead; so after our excellent brunch we played foosball, ping-pong, spoons and other entertaining and amusing games. At 2:30 we went to the pond in a competitive and wonderful game of broomball. At around 4:00pm we packed up the vans and headed to Gibby’s bowling alley.  After two games and (many) pieces of pizza we made are way back home. After we arrived home we begin Study Hall to get back into are weekly schedule. That was the ending to are exciting and interesting day on the farm.

-Eloise

14 December 2013

Today was the day of the Holiday Fair and people were getting nervous. Many people’s materials had not even come yet, and it was getting to the point where they wanted to murder Joann from Joann Fabrics. If you didn’t already know, never order from there! Anyways, people were getting very nervous. As soon as the fair started though, everyone’s stuff was ready, or as much ready as possible. There were many vendors selling things from jams and jellies to potholders and wooden carvings and $200 paintings. It started out slow, but then as it got to be around ten o’clock people really started coming. The classroom had been absolutely transformed into a food court while the gathering room was a store. Around one o’clock it started to die down and many vendors started lowering their prices. The whole fair was cleaned up in under an hour. The grand total that all of the students made was $1115.90. Even though the Craft Fair was fun, everyone was glad for it to end.

by Hazel

13 December. Friday the 13th!

            Today is the day before the craft sale and tensions are rising. Many people are counting on items coming today in the mail so they can sell them (modified) tomorrow. The fact that these things haven’t come yet is bringing stress to much of the community who hang around the front entryway every night around chore time, waiting for the UPS truck to come. People are working to complete their projects, not an easy task when the main things in them have not arrived yet. Thoughts have come up about slaughtering Joann (from Joann’s fabrics, a place from which people’s items have not yet come) in her sleep. I cannot say that is a good idea because her family is probably full of millionaires (thanks to her) and they would have the money to find a good lawyer and they might be charged with first-degree murder. That would be much before they had a chance to explain that the items for their 7^th grade project had not come on time and that Joann had lied by saying the items would come in 5-7 business days. However, I do think that this is a great opportunity for us to realize that no one can predict the future (not even a millionaire like Joann) and even though we counted the days ahead to make sure our projects would come on time, we have no idea what stopped them from doing just that.  This would have been an excellent time for someone to show they would not judge without knowing the whole story, but I suppose we are all yet to learn that.

Mehek

12 12 13

by Sammy

Today was a pretty normal day at the land school. Some people woke up at 7:30 to do farm chores, but most people woke up later. After breakfast, we had math from 8:30 to 9:30. A lot of people got a lot of good math work and practice cycle done. Then we had Occupations. Half of the group was in Facilities with Donna, and the other half was in Interpretive Trails with Andy. During Occupations it was discovered that most of the vegetables in the root cellar had been frozen, but luckily we were able to save some of the vegetables. After Occupations we had lunch. We had chili and cornbread for lunch, which was very good. After lunch we had micro-economy time. The Holiday Fair was getting pretty close, and people everyone got a lot done on their projects. After that we went to play broomball on the pond. It was really fun and everyone had a good time. Then it was the end of the school day, and we had to do our daily chores. Then we had dinner. We had stir-fry, which was really good. Then we had study hall, which was a really good work period for everyone. Then we had closing, and everyone told really interesting stories. After that we all went to bed for a good nights sleep.

The Orange Monster is Contained

by Andy

Our kitchen counter has several zones. There is a section with about 20 unfinished supplement jars. There is the section where the cats' raw food is divvied up. There is also a separate section for cat supplements. There is section for empty kombucha bottles. There is a dish-drying section. There is a corner that contains 6 cutting boards, 8 knives in a block, 4 trivets, 3 oil jars, 2 vinegars, and salt and pepper grinders. There is a place for chicken eggs that have not been washed yet. There is a potted plant zone. And, until tonight, there was the "orange monster" area - my habanero/carrot fermentation experiment zone. I'm pleased to have the counter space back, and even more pleased to have success with the hot sauce.

In early October, two Farm Stay 1 students wanted to make some hot sauce. So we chopped up some habaneros, carrots, onions and garlic and poured a brine over it in a decorative crock and watched it ferment. Within days the salty water had extracted enough fire from the habaneros to burn lips with a little sip. It was dangerous stuff. We tried to keep the veggies submerged using plastic bags full of water, but they kept trying to float. The interface between the veggies and the air would develop a whitish film. We would discard any veggies that were touching the air and skim off the film and re-submerge our future hot sauce. This worked okay. When the students left after 2 weeks, most of the carrots were still crispy, so I decided to continue the ferment on my own at home. This was when the orange monsters appeared on our counter.

I packed the fermenting peppers and veggies into a gallon-sized glass jar, and then added more peppers. Then I did another half-gallon jar with new carrots, habaneros, garlic, shallots, and brine. I filled ziploc bags with water and used then as weights to keep the veggies submerged (tried and true fermentation method). Then I covered each jar with a kitchen towel to keep out household indoor insects (surprisingly abundant here). There was still the floating/filmy issue, so we had to add just enough water and risk overflows to keep them submerged. They weren't exactly orange monsters, but they were close enough, because the fiery spice soon pervaded everything in the zone as overflows necessitated catch plates under the jars, making it an area to work around gingerly.

Then I forgot about the jars. Well, I didn't exactly forget. They were right there on the counter. Rather, they just became one more thing on the counter. They soon blended right into the landscape. Every once in a while I would lift the towel and look at the progress. By adding more peppers and starting a new jar, I had to restart my mental fermentation clock. Even though we were three weeks in with the first batch, I knew I eventually wanted to combine them. So I was checking the progress of batch number two, while making sure batch numero uno did not over-ferment into mush. Sometimes we would get a bloom on a jar to skim off and cull the top items. Over time, I noticed the bottoms of the jars filling with about a 1/2 inch white/yellow layer of sediment. I hope that layer is probiotic. But just in case, we left that behind when we bottled.

A couple weeks ago I realized that fermentation was complete and it was time to deal with the orange monsters. I was cautious. I have never made fermented probiotic habanero sauce, but I have plenty of experience with regular habanero/vinegar/lime juice sauce. Not all of my experience is good. One time, we were cleaning up after making the sauce and we used the sprayer and hot water. The steam volatilized the spicy compounds and soon we were all gasping and coughing. Yikes! We could have died from inhaling the fumes! Or not. Then one time we used the food processor to make sauce, cleaned it out thoroughly, and put it away. The next week, when Jen made her raspberry smoothie, it picked up lingering compounds from the plastic and made her smoothie to hot to handle. Sorry! Then there are the contact injuries. Red swollen hands from touching the hot sauce, and crying eyes from accidentally touching them after handing habaneros. Ouch! I was so cautious, I was immobilized and put it off entirely.

There is nothing like a deadline to focus energy, and with the craft fair looming, I was determined to finish the sauce. My trusted friend Laura gave me courage and support. We donned surgical gloves to protect our hands. We used an immersion blender to spare the food processor. We washed the glass fermentation jars in cold water. Now we have a beautiful blended sauce that is the consistency of apple sauce, but I wouldn't want to confuse it and take a whole spoonful. The bright orange color should be a warning. Laura and I each sampled a few drops and our faces were red and our eyes were watering. It definitely tastes incredible - fruity and spicy and complex. But only a little drop will do you. Once blended, we contained the sauce in quart jars for now and put them in the fridge.

I was surprised how much space was opened, both on the counter and in my mind. Thanks to Laura for helping me tame this monster.  

Dec 10th

            Today was a regular day at the Land School. Katie’s mentor group had farm chores at 7:30 sharp and then we had breakfast. If it hasn’t been explained to you yet before, each mentor group does farm chores at some point on farm stay. On farm chores in the morning you give the animals what they need for the day and night. After breakfast we had a math lesson at 8:30. After the math lesson, which was a presentation that Dave made by video on the computer, we split into our Occupation groups. Occupations started at around 10:00. Donna’s group has been working on Facilities at the Land School, like making signs with labels or directions so that people understand what they’re supposed to do or what they’re looking at. In Andy’s group for Occupations they have been working on making the land school trails nicer. Then we had lunch at 12:00 and shortly after had a Micro Economy work period. Everyone got a good two hours or so to get a lot of focused work done. At about 2:45 we had outdoor play and we went sledding at Strawberry Hill, which was very fun. Then the day started to come to an end. We went inside and did our daily chores and had a calm dinner. After dinner we had a productive study hall until 8:30. At 8:30 our typical night time routine began and we had transition time, then closing. At closing we went around the circle and told a story about our selves. Then we got ready for bed and got a good night sleep for the day ahead of us.

-Ava

December 7, 2013

Blog Entry- December 7, 2013

A year ago today in 2012, the best Land School dog died. Her name was Pearl, and she lived a long life.  She was an amazing dog, a was a helper to the students, never ran off, was calm, and let little children climb and play all over her. If you ever knew Pearl, please take a moment to remember her or any memories that you have of her.

Today it was one of the coldest days so far. When we went out for Farm Chores this morning, it was at least -20. Today was mainly a day just to hang out and have lots of free time, because it is a weekend. Many people played cards downstairs, played foosball or ping-pong, did homework or visited Pearl’s grave. It was also optional work for credits day so many people did that. There was also some work on Micro Economy projects for the craft fair. At night we watched the movie “Juno”. 

by Hazel

Friday Dec 6th

The 6^th

Today our Farm Stay started out with some community work. Three groups set out to help the community with different tasks at hand to finish. After community work a group of four students made squash soup with cheesy bread and salad. Then we had a very competitive game of broomball where the yellow team was victorious over the orange team 2-1. After group play we had two hours of micro economy, where I personally continued on my cutting boards and bread. After micro-eco we had a deep clean which took a hour and made the Homestead very clean. After deep clean we had our first make-your-own-pizza night and it was very good pizza! After pizza we had Gallery Night. After Gallery Night we got ready for bed and was ready for a good night of sleep. 

Farm Stay 2 Photo Hike

Thursday Dec 5th

Today was the coldest day yet on our Farmstay. Perhaps it was the coldest day this winter so far. The high was nine degrees but the real feel was -20. It was incredibly windy and that made any outdoor activity miserable but it was good that we all suffered together. We had a photo hike, which was not too bad because the snow that had stuck to the trees had turned to ice and they made for beautiful photos.  Also it was fun to take pictures of the chickens with there feathers puffed out (to keep warm.) And once we started to give the llamas treats they suddenly turned extremely photogenic. Though today was a very cold day, it was also a very beautiful one and certainly a memorable one.

The photo hike and the weather were all interesting but nothing especially memorable. The memorable pat was when we took a long hike in Andy’s occupation group. We started out in fairly high spirits but the horrible weather soon slowed us down. When we got on the trail, we had loppers and we chopped everything in the way of the trail. However, this soon got tiring and cold so as a result we just walked along while Andy told us about how to identify different types of trees. We figured out that yellow birch tastes like wintergreen gum and this lifted our spirits. We trudged along slowly, losing feeling in various parts of our bodies. After what felt like many, many hills we finally reached the home stretch. As our spirits were lifting higher and higher, we found a big Aspen tree completely in the way of our trail. Then we had to cut our way through the tree with our loppers and headed for the homestead. Then we realized we had to go to the long barn to put our loppers back. This was a big setback, and groaning the entire time, we did it. Finally, we headed back to the homestead for good, where we all fixed ourselves a cup of hot chocolate (not thinking twice about the 50 cents fee) while we brought back regular blood flow to the edges of our bodies. Like I said, memorable experience.

by Mehek

December 4th

by Julia

Today was amazing. Andy’s mentor group and I had farm chores in the morning. Imagine waking up, bundling into two jackets, two hats, snow pants, two pairs of wool socks, mittens and good winter boots. Then walking outside and feeling the brisk wind on your cheeks. Imagine trudging through the deep snow and hearing the crunch of the iced-over snow. The morning was so cold that all you wanted to do is keep your head down and protect your face from the fierce wind. But as soon as I looked up for a brief second I saw a row of dark trees being lit up by the upcoming sun. The sunrise was beyond incredible. In that mere second I took in the moment and felt the sun on my face. Then the cold wind blew air on to my face and a shiver rolled down my spine. I crunched through the deep snow all the way to the seemingly bright red barn. I open the door to the barn to find the loud clamor of the chickens. I open the wooden and insulated chicken coop door. The chickens rush out of their nice, warm home. The amount of color that the chickens bring to the barn is uplifting. I do the chores as usual with Eloise, then I go and face the brisk, white winter again.

Blog entry day #3

Blog entry day #3

On Tuesday morning we all woke up to friends and teachers. (A good feeling) most of us have a good night sleep, but at night it was hard to go to bed, all we wanted to do was talk. 

Andy’s mentor group GOT to do farm chores around 7:30. They fed the llamas, fed the chickens, collected eggs, fed the sheep, and refilled all the water.

At 7:45 we all sat down for a nice breakfast. We served our selves: cereal, bagels, and fruit. After we had a nice good meal we cleaned up and started math. We worked till 9:30 then we went to do our Occupations. There are two groups there are: facilities and trail exploration. 

by Lauryn