A little introduction...

Composting in the school, what up?

So this blog isn't exactly starting with my project-- oh well. I've tried websites, twitter, TALKING about my project, and still, nobody really seems to care. So even if nobody ever looks at this blog ever, I will just keep typing away-- because honestly I mean what else would I do with my summer, right? 

The PROJECT. WELL. That's the fun part, isn't it? What I'm trying to do is incorporate composting into my high school. It seems pretty easy on the outside... I have an exceptional adviser, Gretel Clark (her words: "Throw my name around and people will be at your feet"), a good team of fellow Girl Scouts who are bringing composting into the middle and elementary schools, and the town we live in already requires us to separate trash and food at home. No problemo, right??

Actually, BIG problemo; we have an interim superintendent who is never around, and his stupid secretary won't let us talk to him (I found out who the evil secretary is...I'm already knitting names #taleoftwocities). And APPARENTLY, we need to talk to every single toadie and wanna-be-big-shot in the district before the town applies for a grant to help us buy composting materials. Did I mention the grant application was due yesterday at midnight? Yeah. We could have gotten a solid $1,000 to supplement what we need— $5,000—but actually since the Dolores Umbridge-like secretary decided she wanted to feel powerful and not let us see the superintendent, we probably won’t get it. Great. I really hope she doesn’t read this.

Enough of being bitter. It’s actually a fun project… This is just an introduction to my blog, I guess, because really what I’ll be doing is typing up everything I have written in my Gold Award journal.

What is a gold award, you ask? I probably should have mentioned that earlier. It’s the equivalent of an Eagle Scout project for boy scouts, only I can’t make other people do my hours. *Snaps fingers* that’s right, I said it. I have to do a lot more work. But don’t worry, boys, I still suck at tying knots and if there are moths outside when I’m camping, well, forget it. You can keep your masculinity.  

Anyway, being a Senior Girl Scout (not as cool as an Eagle, I know—I feel like my title requires me to carry a cane and hard candy in my purse), I have to do at least 80 hours of service alone. Don’t tell the Scout council, but I actually have two other Seniors who are in league with me—in the sacred tradition of not putting real names on the Internet (oops, sorry Gretel), I shall call them LD and CM. If I’m feeling creative later I’ll give them better names, but the only things I can think of right now are pretty weird and I’m not sure they’d appreciate it.

LD is in charge of the three elementary schools, and CM is in charge of the middle school, I think. Maybe I’ve got it backwards. But literally all we want to do is stick some composting bins in each school, teach the kids how to throw biodegradable crap into them instead of in the trash, and call it a day—everything should be pretty smooth, because we already have a company to come and pick up the compost and take it to their farm and everyone thinks it’s a simply wonderful idea. It SHOULD be pretty smooth, but is it? Not at all. And with this lovely introduction, I bid you good day. Environmental awareness for the win!