Today we went to a high school with goats. It was a high school for kids who were very poor and had troubles at home. From 13-17 years old you were allowed to attend and when you graduated you got a diploma in agriculture. You got this because the founder of the school thought the way to help someone was to mix love, growing or building things, and nature. It used to be a farm but the main house was turned into a school. Every day the kids take care of the animals by looking for eggs, feeding the goats and other chores like that.  They will also help plant, water, and harvest in the fields. Other than goats, geese, and chickens, they also raise bees. From a woman named Sarah and a former student Jocelyn we got a tour of the grounds. We got to feed baby goats first. We stuck clumps of grass out at them and they would slowly come and eat it.  But if your other hand so much as twitched they would instantly be at the other side of the pen. I sighed, no way were they going to let us pet them. Next we looked for eggs. We found several blue ones that were supposedly super nutritious and better tasting then regular white or brown eggs. When we saw a chicken coming towards us squawking we quickly put them back. Jocelyn showed us a room with a little glass cage with many new born chicks. Sarah asked if we wanted to hold one and I immediately said yes. When Jocelyn put her arm in with her fingers outstretched all the chicks went crazy and ran away from her hand screeching. I immediately thought of Toy Story 3 when the three little alien dudes were saying “The claw!” Seeing that wasn’t working we got some slightly older chicks and I got to hold those. We then went on a walk to see the composts. There was one for paper, one for natural produce and one for everything. The natural produce one had many worms wiggling about in it. There was currently a class making a new pile and we watched them for a bit before moving on. We came to a little table/desk outside with a tray of many Styrofoam squares and a bucket of dirt. Carter and I filled up all the squares and then flattened them with blocks of wood. Jocelyn and Sarah brought out beet seeds and we had a race to see who could fill more. Carter won by one square. Next we planted lettuce. We all tilled, then mulched, then tilled, then plowed a tiny rectangular bed about three feet by six feet. Sarah brought a tray like the one we filled before except this one had already sprouted lettuce plants in each of the squares. At the bottom of each square there was a hole. Using a special stick you poked up through the hole and the plant came out. To make the hole you stuck a different stick in the ground and then twisted. To see how far apart the plants should go you laid the stick flat and made a hole at the other end. We soon established jobs. Carter made holes, Mom used the stick to get the plants out of the tray, dad placed them in the holes and I patted them in. I loved my job. As Mom said, it was like tucking the little plants into bed. After we made our way to a small house we sat down for lunch. When a man (also a former student) brought us a steaming bread basket and three different goat cheeses we smiled to each other, this was going to be quite a meal.