Florence, window peeling
Yesterday, June 23, part of my job was to scrape the old paint off a window sill. The window was a little ways off the ground, so I was on a ladder when I was doing the sides. Then, one of the adults on my table came and said, “Why don’t you just sit on the window sill after opening it without the screen?” After about half an hour of sitting on a ladder in an awkward position, I was sitting on the window sill, still keeping some balance on the ladder inside. I ended up scrapping off the rest of the paint while sitting on the window sill for about forty-five minutes.
After that job was finally over, I started sanding the other windows that were finished from scraping. This didn’t take too long because other team members stated sanding already, but ended up with other jobs, leaving them to not finish the sanding.
I describe the last thing I did first because it was my favorite part of the day.
Earlier yesterday, I was scraping paint off of other window sills, pulled paint off of the walls where it was cracked, took out screws and nails and other sharp remains around the house, and helped another member of the team clean up what was left of the ceiling on the floor. This was most of the day for everyone because there were so many rooms to do. It was a big group effort, and everyone did their share of hard work. It was well worth the effort when everyone pitched in.