First Sunny Day
Today, we finally got a sunny day. Rocco and I were both able to start at 7:30 this morning, and as we walked over to the shop after breakfast, we were both relieved and excited that we were going to get a good day to work. We immediately hopped into our buggy and went down towards the Barbee Center. The main job for the day was pruning the bush line between the Barbee back road and the Bengal Lacrosse field. The grounds crew had noticed that during alumni weekend, the bushes were becoming a safety hazard because their height and width created blind spots that are potentially very dangerous as boys move to and from practices and track meets amidst the buses and other vehicles that use that road.
We cut down the bushes a couple feet, and we evened out the width. Rocco and I probably had too much fun using the electric chain saws to quickly cut the top limbs of the row of bushes. We worked our way down the row, leaving a trail of limbs and leaves behind us. The majority of the actual work came in cleaning up that trail. We made piles of the branches that we eventually moved to a tarp that we had laid out. We loaded one of these tarps onto the back of the truck just in time for the 9 A.M. break. Rocco and I drove our buggy up to the student store while Wendy and Courtney followed in the truck.
After a quick stop in the student store, we headed back to the shop. I can already tell that these 9 A.M. breaks are going to be some of the best moments. Rocco and I sat back and listened as the guys went back and forth. The way they talk to each other is incredible. Half of the time they are finishing each other's sentences and moving so quickly through topics that someone unaccustomed to it all is lost. After a few minutes, Courtney finally said what Rocco and I were thinking, "I think I only catch every fourth or fifth word that you guys say."
We went back down to finish cutting the bush and cleaning up the cut branches. We loaded all of the clippings into the truck then headed up to the burn pile to dump it all out. After dropping the tools back at the shop, we had about forty minutes until lunch, so we went to the Snead Garden to pull the weeds. Weeding -- especially by picking up little tiny weeds that grow in the pebbles of the garden by hand -- isn't the most glamorous work, but the conversation we had during it made the last bit go by quickly. We talked a lot about Woodberry history which Mrs. Allen recently got a lesson on from Mr. Barnhardt. The time passed quickly, and we headed off to lunch grateful to have finally have gotten a sunny day.
We cut down the bushes a couple feet, and we evened out the width. Rocco and I probably had too much fun using the electric chain saws to quickly cut the top limbs of the row of bushes. We worked our way down the row, leaving a trail of limbs and leaves behind us. The majority of the actual work came in cleaning up that trail. We made piles of the branches that we eventually moved to a tarp that we had laid out. We loaded one of these tarps onto the back of the truck just in time for the 9 A.M. break. Rocco and I drove our buggy up to the student store while Wendy and Courtney followed in the truck.
After a quick stop in the student store, we headed back to the shop. I can already tell that these 9 A.M. breaks are going to be some of the best moments. Rocco and I sat back and listened as the guys went back and forth. The way they talk to each other is incredible. Half of the time they are finishing each other's sentences and moving so quickly through topics that someone unaccustomed to it all is lost. After a few minutes, Courtney finally said what Rocco and I were thinking, "I think I only catch every fourth or fifth word that you guys say."
We went back down to finish cutting the bush and cleaning up the cut branches. We loaded all of the clippings into the truck then headed up to the burn pile to dump it all out. After dropping the tools back at the shop, we had about forty minutes until lunch, so we went to the Snead Garden to pull the weeds. Weeding -- especially by picking up little tiny weeds that grow in the pebbles of the garden by hand -- isn't the most glamorous work, but the conversation we had during it made the last bit go by quickly. We talked a lot about Woodberry history which Mrs. Allen recently got a lesson on from Mr. Barnhardt. The time passed quickly, and we headed off to lunch grateful to have finally have gotten a sunny day.
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