(#3) Do Good Bus (Renovating A High School Library In Watts) – Part 4 (Demolition Time – Part 1)

Tuesday, February 25th, 2014

Aurora De Lucia on a ladder pulling wall tiles off the wall during a public high school's library renovation with The Do Good Bus and No Right Brain Left BehindPicking up from yesterday

We got to work tearing apart the room.

I felt some ebbs and flows here and there, because sometimes there were more things to do than others. I always felt a little awkward whenever a few of us would be standing around. Whenever I felt myself standing around, it was almost like a game to see how quickly I could spot something to help with.

Not only did I want to make sure I got the most out of the experience, but let’s get real here, we were being documented for the other companies. Two women were taking pictures and video the whole time. I certainly didn’t want to be recorded as the super lazy one. I know how editing works. Catch me at the wrong time 3 times, and I’m whatever you want me to be.

(I realize that good causes aren’t going to make people look bad. I’m just trying to make a slight joke since I’m extra cynical and paranoid since I work in the game of reality television. :-P)

The first half of our time there was spent dismantling the shelved and getting all the wood (and screws) out of there. Some people grabbed tools and went to work. I realized most of the tools (and spots that required tools) were spoken for. So, I started taking trips delivering the wood to the theater.

As of now, the theater is being used for storage of all the stuff from the library. Let’s hope that changes soon. Honestly, it makes me a lot more sad to think about a perfectly good theater going to waste than a library (though I know they’re closely related since both use your imagination, and you hope to experience good writing in both).

So, I did trips of wood. Once we’d gotten all the wood over to the library, I started just picking up screws anywhere I could find them. At one point, I thought I was going to be able to help unscrew the tops of a shelf… and then once I climbed on the chair, I realized I couldn’t see the top because I’m short. Wah wah.

After almost all the shelves (except a few along a short wall) were out of the room, we broke for lunch. You could have elected during your registration to buy a lunch they had delivered. They did tell you which restaurant it’d be from. However, I’ve been trying to be really good about counting all my calories, so I didn’t want to chance it. I just brought my lunch instead.

Many people actually brought their own lunch. It’s not that surprising since it is L.A. and everyone has a food thing out here – whether it’s wanting to eat food from her or his own garden, or being gluten-free, or vegan, etc. – for so many (including me for now), it’s easier to just be in complete control of your own food.

This is where I’ll pick up tomorrow.

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