The Autumn was quiet, only interrupted by the whispers of the rustling trees as the sunlight wove through the leaves from a sideby tree. Then, the bell rang and students all over campus would make their way to either clubs, or the parking lot. For a typical Tuesday, eco-enthusiastic peers rush across the hallways, making their way towards Mrs. Godfrey's class. Mrs. Godfrey is the supervisor of the environmental club, has been teaching for eight years, and is currently teaching the majority of freshmen Pre-AICE Biology as well as AP/AICE Environmental Science for the upperclassmen. Every grade level and from each distinct life history comes an individual that offers to support. At approximately 2:57pm, almost everyone has signed in and already initiated their contributions towards the club. "We get rewarded at the end, which is positive reinforcement," gushed Chandler Holland, a freshman. She added, "Either hours or sweets, that's indeed not the point. It's whether you care or not that's noteworthy because it reverts to integrity. In the end, if you really do it, there shouldn't be guilt, but that accomplishing, indescriptive feeling." Her friend, freshman Eliza Myers said, "Besides, if no one cares, the world's a mess." Eliza twirled round, scrunching up her locks disheveledly.
The club went to the back hallway of the science building to push out the rolling blue bins as they returned to the environmental homeroom and clutched a couple of gloves. When one of the girls asks to wear plastic gloves because it was waterproof, Mrs. Godfrey, who thought it thoroughly, replied responsibly that if they were to use plastic gloves, it would "defeat the purpose." From an outsider's point of view, it makes complete sense. "There are ethics, like it or leave," Eliza Myers claimed after the gloves inquiry. As much as she is a freshman, she appears to be off towards a compassionate beginning, perhaps a difference trailing in the fog, awaiting for the right time. The club each signed for the buildings that they'll be helping out and left calmly, some swiftly, as they make their routes to a destination of recognition.
The afternoon warmth swirled through the atmosphere and no one was left, minus the other clubs, in the hallways. Students were out and away, some in building 2, some building 8, among many more. Kathleen "Katie" Giovanni, another freshman yet, pushed into the first floor of building seventeen. With her fellow environmental members, they each dedicatedly collected each blue bin from outside of the classrooms. "Sometimes, we would peer into the classrooms and try to twist the doorknob, as if that's of any help,"she began, recalling her past times. Another member, Jen Johannesson, a junior, said, "The rooms would be lights out most of the time, and it's frustrating for us to see bins left inside, all piled up and full. Since it's my first year at Fort Lauderdale High, I don't know how everything circulates, but I'm sure that when recycling bins are full, they're supposed to be left out. Take the teacher's meeting room for instance, which lies midhall. I'm so thankful for the lady who opened the door for me, else it might as well be impossible to clear out that bin." Kathleen and Jen made their way to the elevator and stood there patiently, their eyes shone with hope and reason for all that environmental club stood for. Katie noted, "Oh, forgot to tell you, we're allowed to use the elevator for organizational purposes." "If anyone stops us, we'll explicate explicitly that it's for our club," Jen spoke without hesitation. "She's right, explanation plus teamwork prioritizes our objective, and get things done faster," Katie puts in.
There came more and even more bins to come and leave, sorted out into the rolling recycling bin. Katie, walking up and down the hallway, said, "The rules are pretty simple. If there's soda, gatorade, juice, or et cetera in the bottles or cans, get to the restroom and rinse it out. The papers and water bottles goes into the blue bin, and the soda cans are tossed into the black plastic bag that ties to the side of the blue bin." Jen admits, "It's not as hard as one would think it is. Besides, if it was, the social setting of it would fit anyone right as home. Making new friends and working together keeps us going, and once someone gets used to this, like me, it's become more of a leisure activity." After they finished the second floor, they pushed the bin downstairs to the recycling section of the dumpster, which was right outside the fences on campus. After flipping the bin 180 degrees forward, everything tumbled into place.
One more floor was left. They made their way back into the building and were lifted upstairs again by the elevator. When the third floor's bins were cleaned out and neat as the clothes they wore, Jen stated sincerely, "It's been a long day, but totally worth it." "Yes, let's get back to the homeroom, " Katie suggested. So after another time of dumping things out, they pushed the bin to class with the bag of cans. As soon as they got inside, Kathleen and Jen were greeted by Mrs. Godfrey, and they exchanged sisterly greetings by Chandler and Eliza. Everyone gathered at the sink in the back of the class and started to rinse out the soda cans. Chandler, who was washing her hands at the end of session, said, "We wash them out so they aren't icky and Mrs. Godfrey would sell them for our treats." She left the club, exclaiming, "Bye, Mrs. Godfrey, bye y'all! See you next Tuesday!" It was shortly before the majority left to make it to their activity buses and parents waiting outside. Eliza and Jen seemed recharged of energy as they left the Biology classroom, soaking themselves with the setting light. They smiled, chewing their Butterfingers. Katie went out after and caught up. "The moral is, every little deed counts, because when it is shipped in with others', it could make a great impact for our community." They all branched out, but that wasn't their end. For years to come, and another environmental story told again.
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