In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. And then he got tired of tripping over things, so he said, "Let there be light. And a firmament, and some grass, and a whale or two. Oh, and how about one soon-to-be-massively-awesome greenhouse."
Exactly a week ago, Claire and I decided that our lives were meaningless and lame. Everyone else was running around building latrines for Guatemalans, or distributing school supplies to nomads in the Sahara, and we were sitting on our lazy, private-school butts doing absolutely nothing.
"I know," I perkily exclaimed. "Let's save the pandas!"
Claire scowled. "Pandas? I hate pandas. I hope they die. Why don't we help poor people in China?"
"Forget poor people in China. They'll be fine once they go to Harvard."
"True," admitted Claire. "Okay. Let's think. What are our interests?"
We spent some minutes deep in thought.
"I like math and science," she said.
"Yeah, and I like eating." I added.
Then it hit us. We bolted upright and simultaneously yelled, "GREENHOUSE!"
So that's how it started. Our friends were oddly impressed (they usually laugh at us -- not with us, at us.) as we scurried down the hill to the library.
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