Our class was given an assignment to bring a glass jar and cheese cloth to school. When we got to school, our teacher placed seeds inside of the jars, and gave us instructions to rinse the jar with water twice a day, and to ensure that no water was left inside. I was confused when I saw the assignment, and thought that my teacher was crazy because I thought that plants only grow if they receive proper nutrients from soil... but I was mistaken! I slowly saw my sprouts growing- first with little tails on the end of their seeds. The growth made me so happy! Smelling the jar reminded me of working in the sprout houses in New Orleans- one named Monkey and one named Havana. Once they were mature enough to begin to eat, I shared with a couple of people and ate them myself. On the day we were allowed to bring them home, however, I went to a Ratatat concert, and rinsed my sprouts quickly before I left. I'm guessing that I left some water in the jar, because sadly, when I returned home on Saturday, my sprouts appeared dead. I couldn't believe what had happened to them- they even smelled bad! I tried to salvage them by placing them individually on a paper towel outside in my backyard, but it was no use, the wind blew them away, and my father threw them out.
Because of their death, I wasn't able to take photos of them. R.I.P. sprouts.
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