I decided to take organic gardening on a whim. I had already had my first semester of college classes scheduled for a few weeks, but I was feeling unsure about the amount. I was only taking 13 credits, and I felt like that was too lazy; so I perused through the course catalogue, and saw that a gardening class was offered. I contemplated for awhile, and then nervously clicked the "add" button. There was no turning back now--I had bought the book and everything (a whole $14.95!). I excitedly told everyone I could how cool my new school was, and that they didn't have organic gardening classes at their new university.
So I started my first week of classes, and my first gardening class slowly approached. The first class, we didn't do anything but go over the syllabus and introduce ourselves and such. This was when I started thinking, "Oh shit, why the hell did I take this class? This is going to be horrible." As I usually do when I begin anything. When I say usually, I really mean every single time a change happens in my life. What can I say? I don't take well to change.
The next week we were off to the garden. The van ride was not promising. The whole time I just thought, "WHY DID I NOT BRING MY IPOD?? Or even a book. These people make me want to stab my eardrums with icepicks. For fun." Luckily, my eardrums are still intact, as there were no sharp objects around. We got to the farm campus and slowly piled out of the van, unsure of what was to come.
The teacher, Kerri, started explaining what we would be doing, and assigned us jobs. (Really, I can't remember exactly what happened, but I am assuming that it was something along these lines.) I don't remember what my job was, but obviously it was something rather easy because we were almost all first time gardeners. I recall just standing around and trying to hide behind things so that she wouldn't yell at me for not doing anything. Which, if you know me, is very difficult; because I am tall, and even the broccoli plants were about two feet shorter than me. I had no idea what I was doing, and didn't want to fuck anything up. Because apparently my thought process was that if I harvested the broccoli incorrectly, I would thus decimate the ENTIRE garden and it would just be like an atomic bomb going off. Call me Hiroshima.
Sometimes I am a little over-dramatic. This caused me to dread and hate the class for the next week and a half. Then, once I stopped being pusillanimous and actually did something, and also realised I was not going to kill everything I touched, my immediate thought was, "HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUN. I want to roll around in the dirt right now and just LIVE in here."