So remember that fateful snow-likely morning where there was supposed to be a greenhouse meeting? WELL. Just as we all feared, there was a two-hour delay and definitely no meeting. The counselor and the principal decided it would be rescheduled. MEGA SIGH.
Then. I got sick and tired of it all and started Googling greenhouse companies in the area. I found a couple, the most comprehensive-looking one being "Janco Greenhouses." They are based in the northern parts of PGC. Oo, say I, this could be useful. At school the next day, I peer out the cafeteria windows to see any signs or hints. I just barely make out the label above the door -- "[something blurry] Greenhouses." !!! I sneakily checked all around me -- the coast was clear. The door to this blessed courtyard, perfectly enough, was not shut tight but resting against its latch. Gently, gently! opening the door; gently, gently! watching it close so it neither slammed nor locked me out; I tiptoed outside. I crept up close. Wouldn't you know it. Janco Greenhouses. Triumph! I recognized it! This is all so positive! I debated what to do for the next 36 hours. Take matters into my own hands, contact the company? Would that be betraying this well-meaning but molasses-slow "committee" I supposedly had? Would counselor or principal see this as going behind their backs? Could I pass it off as a productive, efficient step that got us that much closer? I thought. I wrote. I asked Justin. I asked Andy. And when I had gathered up confidence and the right moment, I asked the guidance counselor.
SHE FLIPPED OUT WITH JOY. "Oh I am so impressed! Wow! Look at that! That is so wonderful! Go ahead, tell them our situation, tell them we have these orthopedic students and this autism program, maybe they have a community service project! Oh I am so excited! We'll get this up and running for the spring!..." I have her blessing! I cannot believe my luck! Now things can happen. Their site's contact form has been filled out and submitted. I called, but didn't leave a message, at 4 pm on Christmas Eve Eve. They exist! And they made our greenhouse! And certainly they can give us glass and installation at a greatly reduced rate and we will put that reduced rate up on Donors Choose and THEN everyone will donate like a dollar AND WE WILL HAVE A GREENHOUSE AGAIN. One fine day.
But re: my paranoia -- spotlight effect, really. I just want to do this really cool, big thing! And for some reason I'm always ready for people to be like REALLY MAD at me. In retrospect, it's awfully silly that I was that nervous to ask about this step. Here is another metaphor for life. Calm down, self. Do your thing. Your efficient, productive, eco-friendly thing, and let go of your worry for others' supposedly volatile reactions. Ain't got no time for no haters.