I spent my final hour at Wild Willow farm in a gloomy state, with the realization that my time in this beautiful place was coming to an end. I found myself staring at random items that I would miss and I would take my time in my tasks in order to cherish every moment. I feel like it went by too fast and it was weird to know I wasn’t coming back next week. When thinking about my own meaningful contribution to the farm. I thought about how I am a part of the community they aim to educate. I learned about the inner working of the farm and now I am an experienced farm worker, who can come and help the farmers in the future. I plan on using what I learning in my own home garden and pass on what I know to others as well. To spread the ideals that Wild Willow impressed on me. I decided to work on a project that would actually help the farm.
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If I had to mention one funny story it would be when we moved the goats to a greener spot where they could spend some time in a larger space. It was a Thursday morning I was about 20 min late and I ran into the farms looking for everyone. I couldn’t find them on the field and they weren’t at the barn. at that point, I thought I was alone but I found them in the small room in the goat enclosure, milking Coco. The guy that milks the goats was there giving Arthur a chance to milk Coco who is the only goat milking now so I miss out on goat milking because I was running around lost to the world.
Afterward, Cathryn suddenly felt like the goats needed to be let out for a bit. We had safely moved them and closed a gate around them to keep them safe. They ran right in and started eating everything, the flowers were the first to disappear. Admer the goats was especially excited, running around with an unexpected amount of energy. As the goats prancing and jumped with the joy of having room to run and eat straight off the ground. We took the opportunity to get some cute goat pictures and videos. Then we went to work on the farm tasks of the day. As we were diligently working on cleaning Wednesdays CSA boxes, getting leftover veggies out and scrubbing them out. When in mid-sentence Cathryn screams “Drop everything and run!” In my head I’m thinking earthquake but when I follow where Cathryn was run to. If you really think about it when you hang around someone long enough you start to act like them. In more correct term they rub off on you, when I was younger my mother gave me the advice to “ chose your friends carefully.” During my internship, I was surrounded by very good examples Cathryn’s strong leadership, Marya amazing memory, Mel's diligence and Annale’s spark at life.
Cathryn always seems so confident in her every decision, while I feel like I always second guess myself. She also seems to have a list in her head, knowing what comes next because she had already planned it. Organized and relaxed, that to me is opposing, for me to have one I had to lose the other. If I’m organized I don’t have time to relax but if I let things fall apart I get time to read, to have both would be a bream. Learning about how her concern on how agriculture affects our environment leading her to wanted to make a difference. Taking her on a journey, where she decided to spend her days in a biodynamic farm in Costa Rica for three months. Where she learned skills that help her in her everyday job today at Wild Willow. She took something she wanted to change and made it her life. On my first day as expected I was nervous and very excited at the same time. I got there early of course, and knowing no one would be there. I took the time to write down my first impression. As I looked around my first thoughts were on how pretty my surrounding were, flowers were growing all over the place and I could make out all the rows of crops from where I was sitting. I liked how secluded it was from the modern world around it and even the sound of the rooster Gregorious, calling out at first light, was yet another simple marvel that added on to this places charm.
I had expected to feel off balance by the weight of become an intern to an employer or at least feel like the change in my routine was weird. I was instead surprised by how comfortable I felt, I didn't feel out of place by how different my days were. From full days at school to full days working at a farm. It was an easy transition and because the work was all hands on, everything felt easy. There is a stereotypical road of life people think they must follow a good education, college, family and retirement. But I have seen how others make their own roads more colorful and unique in their own way. I find it difficult to talk about mine because it seem so unrealistic. How do I fit into that perfect fairy tale life?
When I think about my dreams of the future, the one living them is not me. She’s someone older, mature in her confidences, smart and firm in her beliefs of who she is. You could say I am interested in becoming a new person for my future because I know that the girl of today does not fit within my dreams. Some skills I would like to implement during my internship are my abilities to talk to an audience. As I was told that I would be leading tours and field activates during my internship, this is something I would feel incredibly comfortable doing. As I have spoken to large groups of people many a times at school and in church activities. I think I will have to rely on my observation and acute learning skills in order to adapt to the farm work. I’m a passionate dedicated person and once I like something all my attention is concentrated on that one thing. This is something I want to use for my internship project so I would be able to create a very high quality end product.
Frankly when phone alarms started to go off and it was time for the walk out instead of having the drive to walk for a cause, I felt more inclined to finish what was in front of me. I stood up anyways, pulled along by the crowd, I felt like I would have been judged if I stayed. It was strange having everyone at the front of the school at that time of day, it was off my daily schedule. It was still something normal at lest for High Tech High. I found a few friend, we talked and there was music playing. At first this event did not seem like anything new, until someone read out their names, the names of the boys and girl the passed away.
The wild teenage brain, as in my brain was the main focus of this week. In reading "Your Brain" I learned more about how my brain as an adolescences works. Looking at the scientific reasons of why I am the way I am, provided me with the solid facts that my thoughts and actions were normal. That as a teenager I have advantages and disadvantages that were build within me that help me learn and become an adult.
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AuthorEighteen year old writing about her weeks as a High Tech High student. Expressing her feeling and reflecting on her growth. Nayeli Garcia, born in San Diego, you will most likely find her lost in her own thoughts. PREVIOUS Blogs
May 2018
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