I helped my dad out with his Maple Sugar program today (he’s an environmental educator guy) and he had me watch the evaporator for some time (to make sure that none of young folks got hurt and to put logs in the fire) and during that time people came up to me asked me questions (that I actually had answers to) and we just had intelligent discussions and they looked at me as an educator (they sort of thought I was part of the staff and I just went along with it) and as awkward am I am with most people I was posed and actually knew what I was talking about today. I slaved all day carrying sap buckets and walking up hills but I didn’t even mind at all, it felt so good to be one with nature. I got to talk to kids and ones with special needs which was extremely rewarding and it just felt so good and I realized this is what I want; this is what makes me happy. I want to be some kind of educator, I’m not sure in what capacity or field but I’ve got time to figure all that out. (and that was one long run on sentence haha but it’s been a long day so I don’t really have the patience to edit something no one will read)
Why can’t i just get my shit together and write this essay?