Really, I should have titled this post “Ridding Weeds 2.0.” I again purged the garden of weeds, but today I was joined by three upperclassmen and three fellow FYS students. While the upperclassmen mingled amongst themselves, so too did the three students apart from myself in the FYS. I pulled alone, uttering not a single word in the midst. But I’m not complaining, I’ve always esteemed the company of my own thoughts. Upon reflection of my labor, my shift today reinforced the outstanding point I gleaned last time: humans and flora still share an aversion towards weeds. Hopefully this motif doesn’t constitute a trilogy.
