Sheep Slaughter
Today was sheep slaughter day. I was pretty nervous, knowing I was going to watch something die. I got hardly any sleep. When I watched the sheep twitch and yank itself around with blood coming out his neck, I was surprisingly calm and quiet. I expected to be disturbed or disgusted, but I wasn't. I definitely felt some big emotions though, it's hard to pinpoint what they were. Solemn, content, religious, poetic perhaps. Maybe it wasn't even an emotion, but an action in my soul. I surrendered to how unfair life is. "One must eat the other, who runs free before him. While fantasizing the beauty of each movement. A sensation not unlike slapping yourself in the face." -Jane's Addiction The teachers at this communal farm are lovely, Raye held the front legs down while Shelby straddled the sheep. My classmate Blaine held the back legs down, and my other classmate Billy stirred the blood in a bowl to keep it from clotting. Raye's gonna make blood pudding in the...