Research Paper On Cantaloupe

The Cantaloupe Seed

Leaving my Life of a Plant class, I walked (or, my version of walking: I slid) through the moist, orange hallways, thinking deeply about my Later Life. Soon, my cantaloupe, my current habitat, will be fully ripened. I, as a seed, will make my way into the dark and sandy California soil, where I can grow into a green, lush, cantaloupe plant.

Before I go further, I should clarify how my Life of a Plant instructors know about Later Life (after all, we are inside a cantaloupe; how would they know?). When a fruit starts to grow, Mother Plant sends an instructor (by way of her stem) from her roots. She has taught them about the life of a seed, and they are to teach us of what will become of us. The topic of today’s discussion

I will only have one shot at this, and I will forever wonder how life could have turned out if I reject my chance. Also in class, we discussed how humans enjoy us and get nourishment from us. It would give me satisfaction to know I’d done something useful and meaningful with my life.

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The day finally came. A human picked my cantaloupe, and I was not devoured but neatly planted in the backyard of a woman, named Sophia, in her mid-fifties. Unfortunately, I was still undecided. Sprout and endure the pain, or remain inside my protective seed coat? Suddenly, something unexpectedly guided me to the path I should choose. Thoughts about how caring the lady had been when she had planted me, and how she had told the air she couldn’t wait to see me grow. I couldn’t stand to let her down. Why should I? I made up my mind. I was going to persevere and become a plant.

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It had been four months since I decided to grow up (but don’t go calling me old). Yes, it hurt; but my Later Life had been by far worth it. I am proud to say that seven, beautiful cantaloupes have come from me. There is nothing greater than watching your young thrive. Sophia has loved and cared for me every second. I look at the big blue sky every day and think that I have never had a single regret about my choice of becoming a cantaloupe