My main goal for my project was to get the businesses and school to start recycling the cans and bottles instead of just throwing them away. I wanted the businesses and school to understand that a single can bottle can take up so much space in the garbage landfills, not decompose and pollute the air we breathe. I also wanted them to see that, they could recycle and start getting equipment such as pens, crates, and even gloves from recycled paper, cans, bottles, and anything else that is recyclable. Lastly I wanted them to see that they could get money for the recyclables and donate to an environmental friendly charity, such as I did. I was able to get the businesses and school to recycle for a whole month but, I don’t see them recycling and sticking to a plan like I did. They just don’t see the importance of recycling.
I assume that I did not accomplish my goal I got a lot of recyclables but the money was little. When I went to go recycle, I only got eleven dollars and ninety-eight cents. I mean at least that it is some money; I know it’s not a lot but it can help. What prevented me from reaching my goal may have been the fact that employees just passed by my box without notic...
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... for the desert greatly. I use to not necessarily care about recycling. I use to just care about the money that I would get from recycling. Now I care about what other materials could be made from recyclables, instead of spending money on new material to start from scratch. In our society with our current president good old’ Obama, well need to save all the money we can, although we aren’t doing that great of job. I also gained a ton of respect for our desert because; we practically live in besides our houses. By littering in the desert, in my case cans and bottles, we are slowly harming our desert its plants and animals. I will start to change my ways with the environment slowly but surely.
Container Recycling Institute. “Recycling and Environmental facts.” Ecocycle.org. Ecocycle.org, 2007. Web. 19 November 2013
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