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Throughout the week San Marin leadership will be giving out raffle tickets to students who walk or bike to school and the tickets will be drawn each day for prizes.
There has also been an environmental essay contest, entries were due April 18th. 1st place winner will receive 200$, 2nd place will receive 100$ and 3rd place prize will be 75$.
April 25th there will be a fair. Everyone can dress in green and there will be organic food sales. Fundraisers will be held for San Marin clubs.
Her eyes the ocean blue
Her hair the wind that blows
Her lips the perfect pink
That sits upon a rose
Her hand the lightest touch
Her voice the calming sea
She might not mean much to you
But she’s everything to me.
We’re the type who for a gleaming penny
Would give up a well-worn dime
A group who judges on state not substance
Not on thought but pride
A gathering that changes constantly,
An eternally rolling sea
Shifting as others seek to contain us
Though this can never be
Now we are told, “You must unite!
The day has finally come.
You must start the global fight or forever be undone!”
We sing, we laugh
We skip away
We rarely pay them heed
The world is fine, or at least is now
How could there be any need?
I had not realized I had missed the recycling can. I had also not realized how lax I had been about taking care of the environment. Apparently, all of my sins against our mother earth were about to be repented. The environments payback began when a haymaker to the face was delivered by a very tiny woman with wings. A very powerful one by the way.
“That’s it, I’ve had it with you!” she screamed at me. She was very small, probably about six feet tall. She wore leaves for a dress. Her fiery red hair was about her height, and flowed in the night breeze. She wore a wreath around her head, which was weird since we were no where close to Christmas. She also seemed to have a good tan on her, and her face would have been cutesy, if not contorted into a snarl, which oddly enough seemed almost comical, especially with her eyes being a nice shade of turquoise. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!”
“I think you may have broken my jaw,” I said coolly. I wasn’t one you would want to meet in a dark alley. My brown hair came down in dreadlocks. My leather jacket was aided in its ability to intimidate by the spikes that lined the shoulders. I wore a white t-shirt under it, and had some purposely ripped jeans. And combat boots. Needless to say, I was a blue eyed man you did not want to get involved with. “And do you know who I am?”
Unfortunately, little miss muscles (she didn’t look it, but that haymaker certainly knocked me for a loop) wasn’t paying attention to me. She rooted through the trash, and eventually found said can. She properly disposed of it, and then crossed her arms. “Yeah I know who you are! You’re that punk Tal who thinks he’s king of the world. News flash! You’re not!”
I wasn’t about to let this little childrens book wannabe tell me how to live my life. “Yeah, well you can just go…”
But before I had gotten a word in, I found that I was now a well grown tree right next to the recycling. Now this was enough to make me use profanity (okay, I use it a lot, but I used a lot more than I usually use). Now, I wasn’t a normal looking tree, I noticed that my arms were now the branches, yes, but now my face jutted out from it, like a knothole. I noticed this when that little living air freshener showed me my reflection, “I think you look better, eh punk?”
“What the (beep) did you… What the (beep)? Why can’t I (Beeping) swear?”
My hostess decided that it would be fun to put a bar of soap in my mouth, “What did your mom teach you about language you little punk? Well, I thought you’d be like that, so I put a little censor spell on you!”
I decided to spit that stupid thing out of my mouth, “I’m the little punk?! Why don’t you come over here and say…”
That’s when my mouth was stitched closed, “Shush, your first lesson is coming around the corner!”
It was hard to see anything in the darkness of night (stupid detention) but I noticed where those footsteps were coming from. That old as the dinosaurs janitor was coming. Stupid moron. Always smiling. Always trying to tell us to respect everyone around us.
“Well, let’s see what we have today!” He said in his stupid happy tone, behind his stupid beard, “What’s this?”
The stupid idiot found some food in the trash. Probably not getting paid enough to feed himself.
“This should be in the compost heap were making,” he stupidly shook his head, “kids these days!”
He then stupidly walked off with a bag full of all that stupid food in the trash and…
“You know I can hear what you’re thinking?” The little miss plum fairy wannabe…
“You already referred to me as a different kind of wannabe,” The flighty thing than slapped me, which surprisingly, turned me back to normal. “Did you learn anything you thick headed idiot?!”
“That you’re a (beep),” That (beep) (beep) censor spell is still working…
“Did you not see him root through all that trash!?” She yelled at me.
I shrugged, “So what? That’s his job…”
She slapped me again, “NO IT’S NOT! FINE! I see inspiring people aren’t going to help you!”
That’s when I noticed our scenery had changed from the exterior of my school to the ocean, and that I had become a mermaid…
She giggled, “Technically it’s a merman,” Her eyes flashed, and the (Beep) turned me into a freakin chick!
“What the (beep) is this?!” Now she was really asking for it.
I guess who I am is finally getting to her. She promptly turned me back.
“Don’t think of yourself to highly, now we’ll see something you casually pass off as nothing…”
That’s when on huge oil tanker was coming our way. And I saw what it was headed for.
“Hey, (Beep)! Watch out for that…”
I’m sure even if they had heard me it would have been no good. I saw the crude substance drain out of the tanker as it screeched against the rocks.
I don’t know how fast I was swimming (I was surprised I had a knack for it) but if there was anything I knew from what little news I’d watched, I did not want to get that stuff on me.
“What’s the matter?” The red haired… thing said, “I thought animals were stupid for not getting out of the way.”
“You know what, you can just go…”
That’s when I got caught in some (beep) net. A (beep) net!
“Wow, we certainly are close to the coast!” She chuckled, “and you humans sure are smart for making these nets. I mean, sure you don’t have gills or fins, but I’m sure you deserve to be in the ocean a lot more than everything that calls it its home!”
And like that she was gone. I struggled, I struggled hard. But as I twisted and turned the safety net around the bay kept tangling me more and more. And then the black substance washed over me. I tried to breath. I tried my hardest. But it was choking the life out of me…
That’s when not just I, but the entire class woke up.
“Mr. Reed! I’m very disappointed in your class,” The red haired presenter in a business suit shouted to our teacher, “this planet is what they are going to inherit, and they don’t pay attention to a word I say!”
“I’m sorry Miss Dust,” He replied, “class, please show her the proper respect.”
“Yes!” “Of course!” “I wouldn’t think or doing anything else!” were just some of the things me and the rest of the class said.
She nodded and continued. I rubbed my eyes for a second. I thought I saw wings for a second on her. I was sure I was seeing things. Of course, after class my friend said, “Dude, she looked just like the brood from this dream I was havin’!”
“Sit and wait. Sit and wait for the sunrise. Wait for the thunder clouds. wait. wait. wait.”
The voice was insistant.
“Wait for the sunrise? Wait for the thunder clouds? But the sun shall rise every day and the thunder clouds shall appear every winter. Every day. Every winter. Every year. Every.”
“Sit and wait. Sit and wait for the sun to rise, for those colors to shake and spread and squirt across the sky: that orange and that purple, that yellow. Sit and wait for the thunder to prance and leap and strike through the blotches of musty grey. Just wait.”
“You think that I have not seen these things before? These things that are contant! These things which never change! I assure you I have seen a setting sun, a thundering sky!”
“Have you seen it? Have you seen?”
“Leave me. you know I can not. I can never see.”
She stuck her walking stick underneath her armpit and rose. The deep redwoods, the bright flowers, these things she thought she should never have the chance to see. With her hands, her feet she saw the things of the world in the only way she knew how.
“Look! Open your eyes! Look! Look! Look!”
She lunged into the air, fisting through it. Her feet fluttered as she fell hard towards the brown earth.
“I hate…”
The words barely escaped her mouth. Her eyes were still shut hard, but she could see. The oranges and yellows of the flowers beneath her chin. The brown of the dirt as it rubbed her clothes. The tall redwoods that grew and grew and grew. She could see those colors shake and spread and squirt across the sky. She could see.
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