The Beginning of a Recycling Revolution - Nov 2008
My name is Brogan; I am 20 and a student. I imagine you have preconceived ideas about what a student is like. Stays in bed until noon, eats food which is primarily frozen or out of a tin? Yes?While I may be a fan of the humble baked bean and really do love eating lunch in pyjamas, I like to think I am an individual who goes above and beyond the standard ‘student’ requirements.
I have arrived at this conclusion after considering many influential factors, one of which is recycling. I recycle! (At this point the clouds part, and the hand of god looms down and pats me on the shoulder in a friendly and congratulatory manner.)
Fervently, with vigour, thoroughly and ceaselessly. I recycle, with passion.
I feel that my dedication to the planet does not correlate with the tarring brush of student-hood. I may consume tinned foods, but dammit I rinse those tins and put them into the appropriate colour coded plastic box. All packaging is scoured for its ‘recycle’ logo, every Ben and Jerry’s ice cream tub is rinsed, every beer/wine/vodka/baileys (this is a potentially endless list) bottle is washed, and every box flattened so as to be lovingly recycled by Preston City Council. No waste item will make it to the bin if it may possibly, at a push, be a tad recyclable. As a composter is my witness, I intend to forge my way into a state of eco friendly and sustainable living. I pledge by the power of a Pegasus baler to lead my six ludicrously messy house mates to the green side.
This, my friends, is the beginning of a recycling revolutiion.
"Green Living" article from Brogan Jane