I am sitting at
Sitka High School at 8:22 pm on a Friday. Yes, it's true.
My energy project seems to have come to a mini-closure. Today, Kate helped me dig through the science department storage closet in
search of a scale to weigh my junk mail. The first scale was too hefty, the second too wussy, the third was dismembered, and the fourth was mangled. I am learning to laugh at everything. We finally tracked down a scaled that worked and ... behold! ... three weeks of my junk mail weighs approximately 3.75 pounds!
Once I had some numbers in my hot little hand, I was sent back to the English Department to crunch some numbers. I learned that crunching numbers does not make me laugh. I struggled to convert tons to pounds, years to weeks, and billions to thousands. I had to cross multiply, which I have not attempted since ...
hmmmm.
The confused letters above have left me believing that I learned more about myself through this project than I did about energy consumption. Junk mail has always been a huge bane and I know how wasteful it is. What became glaringly
apparent to me was that I am lazy. Why haven't I called the phone numbers and written the letters? I am like every other "lazy American" who just lets stuff happen and tries not to think about its impact. I'm just one person, right? That's what we all say.
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