College is a unique place that most certainly is difficult to explain. Between the classes, the assignments and the parties it almost seems impossible. Luckily, the supernatural town of Hawkins, Indiana does a pretty good job describing just how special college is.
When midterms and midterm assignments begin to roll in.
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Hay is an awesome agricultural product with lots of different uses. Getting the hay though? Not always so fun. Now, there are two different types of hay people in this world; round balers and sqaure balers. Round bales? Great for livestock and require a lot of machine work. Sqaure bales though? Easier to transport but are a little more old school and a require a little more hands on heavy lifting. And no matter how much you try to mentally prepare yourself, there was no quite a summer task for farm kids than baling hay. With hay season in full swing here in Central Ohio, here are just a few thought's we all had every year baling hay.
1. Okay, it's time to bale hay, no big deal, we do this every year.
2. This is so easy! Why do I normally complain?
3. Oh yeah, that was just mowing and racking, that's always the easy part.
4. Is that a rain cloud? Better not be a rain cloud, someone check the forecast.
5. What are the chances that I'll getta just drive the tractor this year?
6. Slim to none, got it.
7. Okay, that's fine, it's not that bad.
8. These bales aren't even that heavy, this is totally fine.
9. Just kidding they get heavy after a while.
10. Why is does it always have to be so hot when we do this? I'm actually dying.
11. Man I'm not in as good of shape as I thought I was.
12. Yes (Dad/Mom/Grandpa) I promise we're stacking them tight enough.
13. Maybe they could be a little tighter, readjust.
14. Oh hey dust and allergies, I don't need to see or breath or anything like that.
15. My arms ich.
16. Need. Water.
17. Are we done yet?
18. This field never seems that big til hay time.
19. Only ___ of laps to go, I'm totally fine.
20. Man, I just wanna take a cold shower and eat everything in the house.
21. I'm gonna sleep so good tonight.
22. If one more person tries to tell me how to do this I'm throwing them head first in the baler.
23. Need more water please, time out.
24. Alright, last wagon. I. Can. Do this.
25. Hallelujah, the end is in sight, God is good.
26. ...What do you mean we still have to unload everything into the loft? I quit.
What is it
Where does it come from
Why is it here
How is it so strong
When will it go away
Who even is it?
Questions on questions
They pile up higher and higher
But for what?
Is it only to be answered with another question
A question that can’t be answered,
Or can it?
Its name is doubt
Or is that even its name
I have become so unsure,
Because of its silly game.
Doubt makes us worry
Doubt makes us unwilling
Doubt makes us lost.
The very definition of doubt
Is a question
Or maybe it’s “to question.”
Doubt may be a hinder
Yet it does not cripple
For doubt can be overcome.
Our grass doesn’t have to be compared
No, not to the other side
See our grass can be watered
Watered right where we are.
It may take time,
But it will grow,
For it is proven.
We can’t question what is true
We can’t assume things we have yet to experience,
Yet we can grow what is right at our feet.
Sometimes we have to go with what we know,
And not with what we feel.
We have been given a mission
A purpose, if you recall,
Not to sit on the side
Yet to take the lead for all.
This is a stand we must make
One that will be hard to do
But hold on the promise
That we have all been there too.
For just as angst comes to prey
Doubt is by its side
But we know what’s to be done
We know how to fight
For we must only stand in the light.
Our grass will grow green
No matter how dead it seems
Don’t forget to add the water
Because that is all it needs.
You’ve got this,
You’re going to do great
I’m proud of you my friend
For this is not the end.