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Public Speaking

I can’t believe its been more than 2 months since I posted anything, even on my beekeeping blog. There’s really no excuse for it.

I’ve been busy with school. I’m taking History 146, which looks at colonial America, and Communication Studies Online, where I’m learning how to talk to people. I’ve been working really hard this quarter to make sure I get A’s in both courses (which currently I am managing to achieve). I would love to finish my Associates Degree with two A’s. It’s too serendipitous not to.

I’ve relaxed a little with my family. We still don’t talk about much, but we are talking more, which I suppose is good. I’m to the point where I’m so tired of everyone that I don’t really care how they act. My mom’s world revolves around my sister, who is still a big partier, is disrespectful, and does absolutely nothing around the house. I am completely forgotten about, or rather, I receive the same level of attention I always have. I’ve just grown to accept it really.

I’m not sure if I’m happier or not. I don’t feel as bad I as used to, but I did completely break down in the car on my way to my internship the other day. Just full on ugly sobbing while I was driving. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself through the tears, not only because I looked completely ridiculous, but because I genuinely couldn’t find a reason for the outburst. I was listening to Vienna by Billy Joel though, and that’s always made me sad.

Gah! I came here to talk about how I’ve been asked to table at a film screening of Queen of the Sun, for Issaquah’s office of sustainability, and that I’m demonstrating how to make a hot compost pile tomorrow. I guess it really has been a while since I blogged about anything on here. Over the last 2 months I took a Master Composter-Recycler class, which was taught by my garden coordinator. We learned about integrated pest management, how to make compost, what to recycle, and visited the county’s composting facility. As part of our certification process we have to do 20 hours of community outreach, which I managed to do in three days, two of which were spent at Salmon Days in Issaquah. Tomorrow I will be going to a new community garden, which is not even three miles from my house, to teach them how to make hot compost. You mix carbon rich and nitrogen rich yard scrapes to create an environment in which certain bacterium thrive. These organisms then break down the organic matter, and generate heat while they work. Compost piles should heat up to 130 degrees, though the piles at Pickering Barn never get past 120. The county makes absolutely enormous piles and uses various technologies to keep the piles evenly aerated and moist, so their piles get up to 170 degrees. This kills off all weed seeds and breaks down pesticides and fertilizers.

Anyway. The movie night is December 12th. I get to talk to the public after the movie is finished, and I was asked to find 2 other beekeepers who would be willing to do the same. I was recommended for the job by someone in Issaquah’s Office of Sustainability, which made me feel really good. I don’t think of myself as very knowledgable, so it was nice to have a city official find me important enough to do something for the city, even if it is just talking to the public about a movie. I’m really hoping this leads to something bigger and better with the city too, because I’m less than a month away from being done with school, and I love Issaquah. It’s got to be my favorite city in Washington. There are trees everywhere, a beautiful downtown district, and they’re really working on making the city as eco-friendly as possible.

Ok, its 10:15. I should go to sleep. Of course now I’m finally starting to feel awake. I’ve been really tired the last few days, and a storm is blowing in tonight which always makes me want to curl up with a nice cup of tea. Maybe I’ll go make one before bed. My mom should be home in about half an hour. She went out for drinks with her half sister, who she rarely sees anymore.

Anyway, goodnight!

A Big Day At The Barn

Yesterday was the busiest day at my internship so far. We had 65 volunteers and an unknown number of people coming through the garden for the farmers market on the other side of the barn. It was a lot of fun. I was there from 8:20 to 2:40. We had a watering station for the kids, as well as a bean planting station and a small gardening area, with lemon balm for them to play with. Eventually we ran out of things for the adults to do and sent them all to the willow/woodland area behind the barn. The three of us who were in charge, (my supervisor, and the other intern and I) all told the group how to weed, and what to weed, but people ended up just mowing through the place like goats. They filled an entire bin with just the leaves of buttercups. We’re not really sure how else to tell people to weed, because the three of us have all tried our own different methods of explaining it and none of them have worked. Oh well.

Thankfully it was only in the upper 70s. I can’t believe how hot its been this year. I think the hottest day so far was 86. Thats end of July weather normally. The grass is already turning brown! We’re expecting rain for the next week, which we really need. I threatened to take the hose out today because even though it rained a little last night, things are still painfully dry.

Let’s see. I have a camping trip to go to for my plant ID course next saturday. I refuse to go. A, the girl from my Bite Me 2.0 course, will more than likely be getting drunk and doing drugs. Actually, a fair percentage of the class will be doing that. Most everyone will be drinking for sure, including the teacher. I have no interest in any of that, so I’m going to stay home and go to my internship. Which I actually have to do anyway, because we’re going to have a group of 20+ coming in. But even if I didn’t have my internship, I wouldn’t go! lol.

Life Sucks At 19

I came to realize today that my only friend is Amber. M and I have all but completely stopped talking since she started dating K three months ago. Her work schedule changed, so that she goes to work an hour after I leave school, so we never have time to hang out. And if we do, she always brings K along. So I guess its not that we’re not friends any more, its just that we never see or speak to each other. We had plans to go to the tulip festival today, which I’ve wanted to do for upwards of three years now, but M decided she was too tired and because there was a chance of rain it wasn’t worth going. Naturally I had canceled family plans so we could go on her day off (which she actually ended up working anyway), so I got to feel guilty about that without anything to show for it.

I’ve been horribly depressed- well, all year actually; as we’re going into our 5th month now. I’ve always hated the number 19; its funny that this has actually been the worst year of my life I think. I don’t remember ever feeling this terrible. I’m to the point where if I get too depressed I actually get a piercing migraine. It feels like something is crushing the two halves of my brain together. Perhaps its just trying to implode.

Let’s see. I hate school. I haven’t learned a single thing in my Economics of Sustainability course, and we’re three chapters behind. My plant ID course is fun, but gets less fun with each field trip because the two girls I’m friends with, A and K (who were in my group last quarter in Bite Me 2.0, that food sustainability course I took), both constantly talk about doing drugs. A is a recovering alcoholic, who’s rather slutty and does all kinds of drugs. K is an alcoholic who also does lots of drugs. I like A well enough, because I can forgive her past, but then she’ll talk about how she’s going to do this drug or that drug, and she and K will talk about what drugs go best together, and I find all of that foolishness to be wholly repulsive. Which makes carpooling with them and hiking with them very difficult. They call me boring because the hardest thing I drink is coffee, and only rarely drink it. There’s going to be two camping trips the class takes to eastern Washington this year. Drinking is permitted for both of them (our teacher will drink as well), so I think I’ll be skipping them. I’m not going to go spend the night with A and K while they’re drunk. A is already talking about what kind of drugs she’ll bring. These two are 22 and 24 mind.

Math is the only class I don’t completely hate, but I come close to having a melt down in it almost every day. I’m not even sure why. The kids are all fine, the teacher is funny, I understand the material. Regardless I get close to tears more often than not, and have had to keep myself from running out of class at least a half dozen times.

I’m falling apart. Slowly but surely. At first I wanted to take down the walls I’d put in place ages ago, in an effort to try and get better. Now I feel like I’ve locked myself in a very small room in the middle of an elaborate mansion, and every so often I’m able to walk out of that small room I’m surrounded by dozens of doors which all lead to rooms full of even more misery. I mediated and managed to open one once I think. But my mom came home and I had to rush back to my very small room. It’s a prison and a haven, but more of a prison than anything. I only have to deal with people a few hours a day, but I can never escape myself. I often envision myself beating against the door. I’ve never seen a handle on it; it just opens on its own sometimes.

My family and I have all but completely stopped speaking to each other since I told my mom off. The people I talk to most now are my neighbors and my internship boss. I love my internship. Its such fun. I never go knowing what to expect, so the whole day is kind of done flying by the seat of my pants. I love F, the leader/coordinator of the garden. She’s as chaotic as I am, so we get along wonderfully. I only get to go on wednesday evenings and saturdays though (saturdays rarely, but much more consistently after may 11th). This summer should be great though! I’ll probably spend most of my time there I think.

Oh and I’ve almost finished Supernatural. I sold my soul to that show ages ago, and I’m a quarter of the way through season 8!