What is a waste audit?
Officially, it’s where we determine the composition of the trash in a given
place…in my case, the high school, middle school, and one of the elementary
schools. But really, it’s just a bunch of people wearing $4 HAZMAT suits digging
through the day’s lunch and sorting it into piles. I’ve done two of them in as
many weeks, and I think I’m getting pretty good at it. Carolyn Dann, one of my
project advisers, is amazing at this stuff. She’s done waste audits at other
schools (big surprise, my stick-in-the-mud school system is one of the last
ones in the area to do composting), and has all the materials. We had tarps,
signs, buckets, scales, gloves, everything.
So what we did for the
first waste audit was this: immediately after school on a Wednesday, CM, LD,
Carolyn, my troop leader, my mom (also a troop leader) and my sister (I have no
idea why she volunteered to help dig through garbage but okay) all got together
to spread tarps out by the back door of the high school. Since the high and
middle schools are connected—it’s a small district—we got the garbage bags from
both cafeterias and lined them up, ready for dumping. The process was a little
messy at first; you should see all the scribbles in my journal. (Maybe I’ll
scan it in… oh my I’m getting technical here!)
So for all of you
people who want to know the process, I’ll describe it for you. We did the three
bags from the high school first. Step one: weigh the full trash bags. If you
have a crappy bathroom scale like we did, get someone who’s not shy to hold the
bags and subtract their body weight from the total. My sister is a twig, so we
made her hold the leaky trash bags, and after subtracting her measly body mass
from all three weighings we totaled about 69 lbs of trash. Then we dumped all
that delicious cafeteria refuse onto the tarps, threw on our white body suits,
and sorted everything into four groups: compostable, recycling, liquids, and
the leftover waste that actually has to go to a landfill. In the end, we figured
out that of the 69 lbs. of “trash”, 38 lbs. were compostable; 4.4 lbs. were
recyclables that hadn’t made their way into the recycling bins; 13 lbs. were
liquids that should have been dumped, and only 17 lbs. were actual trash.
We did the same thing
for the middle school. Of the whopping 106 lbs. in the garbage bags, 58 lbs.
were compost; 9 lbs. were recyclable; 19 lbs. were liquid; 20 lbs. were actual
trash. Also, a disturbing amount of middle school kids seem to go through
strange rituals with their food, and I think that there are some legitimate
psychological issues that need to be addressed. I’m pretty sure the kids who stuff
French fries in their chocolate milk bottles, wrap the whole thing up, and toss
it in the trash with the other various creations are practicing to create future
Molotov cocktails. Either that or they’re somehow summoning the dead, you never
know with 13 year olds. Middle school is freaking scary—it’s like one long
episode of The X-Files. I’ll never be a middle school teacher, or for that
matter, a middle school custodian.
A week later we did one
of the more cooperative elementary schools, and of the 71 lbs. of
disgustingness, 49 lbs. were compost; 1 lb. was recycling; 7.5 lbs. was liquid;
and there were 15 lbs. of trash. In the elementary school they use Styrofoam trays
instead of reusable or paper ones, and they use non-compostabe/ non-recyclable
milk cartons instead of milk bottles like the other schools. That’s why the
recycling was so negligible—and it kind of infuriates me. Come on people, aren’t
you supposed to be teaching kids how to care for the environment? Styrofoam is officially
the bane of my existence thanks to this project. Also, in case you were
wondering, elementary school kids never finish the grapes and carrots you pack
them. They put them in the pudding they never consume and toss the whole mess
in the trash among the uneaten pizza and unopened milk cartons.
And with that, I must
say goodbye. All this trash talk is making me hungry.
LOL okay that was gross
sorry.
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