So it’s Earth Day. This is a big deal with the elementary school crowd. Lots of planting, cleaning up the litter from the playground and the street in front of the school, exhortations to walk or bicycle or take the bus instead of driving in the car, reduce-reuse-recycle, etc. etc.
I’ve done it all. Not that I’m anti-Earth day, oh no! I love our earth as much as the next environmentalist. It’s just rather repetitive. We do the same things every year, we teachers, just with different groups of kids. Does it make a difference? I don’t know. But I am glad that we do it and that we expose our students to the concept of taking care of our environment, because I don’t really want to think about what might happen if we educators didn’t do our small bit for the future. Kids are the future, after all, so we need to at least point them in the right direction, obviously.
But my favourite Earth Day moment has to be the phone call I received from my colleague Classy Dresser this morning, about fifteen minutes before the bell rang to start the school day. She called to tell me that she had just dropped her offspring a couple of blocks from their school so that they could walk part of the way. As she did this, she noticed that she was across the street from one of the local coffee establishments, so she thought she might stop in and get a coffee, and she wanted to know if I wanted one as well. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and placed my order. Then she started giggling.
“Yep, here I am, on Earth Day, after having dropped my kids off three blocks from their school so they could walk part of the way, heading for coffee,” she laughed. “To the drive-through. In my truck. To get take-out coffees in styrofoam cups with plastic lids. To drive five more blocks to my workplace.”
This would be yet another definition of irony.
Happy Earth Day anyway!