Life’s a Bundle of Roses

I distinctly remember talking with my high school English teacher one day (okay, complaining a little to be honest) about why all the books we read that year were either depressing or sad, and usually both. In response, he said that he assigned a happy book one year because of such complaints, and everyone ended up hating it. I will cycle back to this later in the post, but right now I’m jumping to a different topic (don’t worry; they do relate. Bear with me). For those who didn’t know, here at Berry College almost all students have a paying job on campus that is assigned to us when we come in freshman year. For this year, I’m working in the horticulture department, which means I basically make sure all the decorative gardening looks good, and entails a lot of pruning. Since spring is coming fast (thank God), there are huge amounts of pruning to be done for the new growth that will occur in the spring. So this past week, I did a lot of rose bush pruning. Now, I like roses. They happen to be my favorite flower (which may or may not have to do with my name). I think they’re lovely and beautiful, and also have fairy tale connections through Beauty and the Beast (my personal favorite) and Sleeping Beauty (I love fairy tales, especially the “happily-ever-after” part). However, as most of you who have ever worked with rosebushes will know, they also have numerous, sharp thorns all along the stems. So as I sat there pruning bushes and trying to avoid sticking myself (in...
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