September 24, 2012
Jesse's rice harvesting web post
Hot. Bright.
My initial thoughts as I stepped off the train were echoed by my class mates as we started off towards the rice field. This rice, which we had planted several months ago, was now fully grown, ready to be harvested. We walk to the field, and are shown how to cut the rice with a kama, a sort of curved knife. Then we got down to business. Of course, us being high school students, after about 15 minutes, everyone was complaining that it was too hot and they were tired. I was having none of it.
Crouch, cut, pass. Crouch, cut, pass. Crouch, cut, pass. People kept saying I was “Sugoi”, and I just chuckled to myself, thinking, “No, I’m just cutting some rice, don’t applaud me. I know I’m a hero.” We finished up the cutting, and it turned out we did five more rows than the previous group, and in half an hour less. Needless to say, we were all pretty proud of our efforts. Of course, we still don’t know how delicious our rice is, but, soon we shall find out.