Personal Narrative: Above The Golden Gate Bridge
Sitting in the classroom where I had persisted through countless multiple choice tests, Mr. Stewart, my AP environmental science teacher, announced our class final: create any project that could educate the community about environmental science. It felt like I was rising out of my seat as I began imagining a film project, visualizing a flyover shot of the San Francisco Bay, where the title for the film would appear above the Golden Gate Bridge. I half-heard my friend Jack talking about the plan for his project to a student sitting behind us. When I heard a term I had never heard before – greywater ‒ I pulled myself from my musings, and listened to Jack’s description of how the system reused water from laundry and showers, for agriculture and
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It was hard work, but I loved the feeling of discovering the perfect spot for an interview at the Marin County Civic Center, and I enjoyed sitting with my laptop, rewatching the same five-second sequence of a Marin Municipal Water District employee describing water-saving incentives, getting the perfect pacing of cuts. Reading articles about the California drought, and watching multiple “DIY Greywater Tutorial,” videos, was captivating. But when it came time to present I was nervous. The chatter of the classroom continued as I loaded the video in front of my twenty-eight distracted classmates. It was sunny out, and the lure of summer was making my peers restless. My goal was to earn the attention of the class. I thought about telling my classmates to be quiet. Instead, I pressed the spacebar without saying a word to them. As the camera flew past the Point Bonitas lighthouse and revealed the Golden Gate Bridge, the title appeared: “Grey Area: The Story or Greywater in Marin.” And as the music gradually intensified, the whispers of the AP environmental science class diminished. If you had looked close enough you would have been able to see the red of the Golden Gate bridge reflected on all twenty-eight pairs of eyes in the room. I had their
It was hard work, but I loved the feeling of discovering the perfect spot for an interview at the Marin County Civic Center, and I enjoyed sitting with my laptop, rewatching the same five-second sequence of a Marin Municipal Water District employee describing water-saving incentives, getting the perfect pacing of cuts. Reading articles about the California drought, and watching multiple “DIY Greywater Tutorial,” videos, was captivating. But when it came time to present I was nervous. The chatter of the classroom continued as I loaded the video in front of my twenty-eight distracted classmates. It was sunny out, and the lure of summer was making my peers restless. My goal was to earn the attention of the class. I thought about telling my classmates to be quiet. Instead, I pressed the spacebar without saying a word to them. As the camera flew past the Point Bonitas lighthouse and revealed the Golden Gate Bridge, the title appeared: “Grey Area: The Story or Greywater in Marin.” And as the music gradually intensified, the whispers of the AP environmental science class diminished. If you had looked close enough you would have been able to see the red of the Golden Gate bridge reflected on all twenty-eight pairs of eyes in the room. I had their