What the Fuck? How do you feel a wetland?
My annoyance with Dirt Corps was great, as we scribbled pictures of wetlands with colored pencils.The lecture was feel this, feel that, and I was having difficulty with all these feelings. What does a wetland make me feel? Where was all the facts?
They wanted me to express emotions from the day of the field trip on Saturday, but this whole activity felt silly because it was a long day in traffic on Saturday, and when we got to the site, we had to rush. Everyone felt fatigued, even though nothing was done.
What did I feel that day? I felt frustration. However, as I approached the wetland memories of refuge surfaced. After doing electrical work, I'd take long walks near nisqually, and when I walked, I felt like I could finally breath. Emotions would drift into the soggy abyss of the mudflats. When I walked, I felt the trees and the air. I filtered my thoughts, and I wondered if life had to suck.
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