Celebrating40Years in the Outdoor Classroom - The Chewonki ...
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DIRTY<br />
JOBS—CLEAN<br />
A day <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> life of <strong>the</strong><br />
Susta<strong>in</strong>ability assistant<br />
TOM TWIST<br />
Work<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>Chewonki</strong>’s Biodiesel Shed is k<strong>in</strong>d<br />
of like be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a sauna, with <strong>the</strong> proviso<br />
that <strong>the</strong> sauna was first used to render lard.<br />
<strong>The</strong> build<strong>in</strong>g has its own particular smell,<br />
and every touchable surface is covered with<br />
a greasy sheen. I like to tell people it is by far <strong>the</strong> least aes<strong>the</strong>tically<br />
pleas<strong>in</strong>g part of <strong>Chewonki</strong>, and no one seems to disagree.<br />
This is where we convert waste vegetable oil <strong>in</strong>to biodiesel,<br />
which fuels <strong>Chewonki</strong>’s fleet of diesel vehicles: tractors, vans,<br />
commuter cars, and a heavy-duty pickup truck. Each summer<br />
we produce about 1,000 gallons, which is enough to displace a<br />
quarter of our year-round diesel fuel use. <strong>The</strong> polyethylenecovered<br />
shed is effectively a greenhouse, and <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> summer it<br />
can produce temperatures up to 120 degrees F.—which is good<br />
for mak<strong>in</strong>g biodiesel but bad for one’s personal hydration level.<br />
On this early September day, I have a <strong>Chewonki</strong> Semester<br />
School student with me for work program. <strong>The</strong> students<br />
rout<strong>in</strong>ely help with our susta<strong>in</strong>ability projects, do<strong>in</strong>g everyth<strong>in</strong>g<br />
from mak<strong>in</strong>g biodiesel to <strong>in</strong>stall<strong>in</strong>g solar hot-water<br />
systems to build<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir own solar iPod chargers. <strong>The</strong><br />
students are always excited about <strong>the</strong>se projects, and <strong>the</strong> one<br />
help<strong>in</strong>g me today—Tucker Deane-Krantz from Riverdale<br />
Country School <strong>in</strong> New York City—is no exception.<br />
Tucker and I get right to work <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Biodiesel Shed,<br />
tear<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>the</strong> old plumb<strong>in</strong>g and replac<strong>in</strong>g it with a new, and<br />
we hope more efficient, system. It’s a hot, sunny day, and <strong>the</strong><br />
temperature as I step <strong>in</strong>side immediately makes me start<br />
look<strong>in</strong>g for a chair to sit down on. Right away it’s clear to me<br />
that Tucker is so enthused about <strong>the</strong> work that he is tak<strong>in</strong>g no<br />
notice of <strong>the</strong> swelter<strong>in</strong>g heat. We get to work on <strong>the</strong> plumb<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
About 20 m<strong>in</strong>utes <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> task, sweat is runn<strong>in</strong>g down my nose<br />
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and dripp<strong>in</strong>g onto my work, and my hands are becom<strong>in</strong>g too<br />
sweaty to properly push <strong>the</strong> plumb<strong>in</strong>g connections toge<strong>the</strong>r. I<br />
glance over at Tucker—he is work<strong>in</strong>g away, bli<strong>the</strong>ly unaffected<br />
by <strong>the</strong> stagger<strong>in</strong>g temperature. After about 30 m<strong>in</strong>utes, little<br />
rivulets of sweat are por<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to my eyes, mak<strong>in</strong>g it hard to see.<br />
Tucker turns to me and good-naturedly says, “It’s start<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
get pretty warm <strong>in</strong> here.” I grimace and say “Mmm.” I’m afraid<br />
that if I open my mouth, sweat will pour <strong>in</strong>. Squ<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
direction of Tucker, who is now only a wavy blur, I say, “I th<strong>in</strong>k<br />
<strong>the</strong> plumb<strong>in</strong>g’s about done. Let’s see if it holds.”<br />
Tucker moves over to <strong>the</strong> control panel, as I stay near <strong>the</strong><br />
newly plumbed vegetable oil tank. “OK, turn it on.” Tucker<br />
switches on <strong>the</strong> pump.<br />
Even through my squ<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g eyes and fogged-up safety<br />
glasses, I can tell immediately that someth<strong>in</strong>g is wrong. From a<br />
loose connection, a flume of warm vegetable oil is spray<strong>in</strong>g<br />
horizontally across <strong>the</strong> room. I move toward <strong>the</strong> plumb<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
close <strong>the</strong> leak but succeed only <strong>in</strong> chang<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> direction of <strong>the</strong><br />
spray so that it’s <strong>in</strong>stead hitt<strong>in</strong>g me <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> face. “Nope! Turn it<br />
ugghff,” I yell over to Tucker, my words garbled by <strong>the</strong><br />
vegetable oil spray<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to my mouth. “Turn it off,” I say aga<strong>in</strong>,<br />
this time more with resignation. Tucker switches off <strong>the</strong> pump,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> grease founta<strong>in</strong> cascades slowly to <strong>the</strong> ground. I stand<br />
<strong>the</strong>re for a few seconds, my head, shoulders, and chest covered<br />
with vegetable oil. I can def<strong>in</strong>itely taste that this particular<br />
batch of oil was used to fry fish. I reach for a nearby towel and<br />
start to wipe my face off, wonder<strong>in</strong>g vaguely about what effect<br />
this will have on my pores.<br />
I look back at Tucker and start phras<strong>in</strong>g an apology for this<br />
disastrous work program. “I’m sorry it didn’t work. We can try<br />
fix<strong>in</strong>g it aga<strong>in</strong> tomorrow….” His expression cuts me off.