Confession...

I am not green.

When I go to the grocery store, I use plastic bags. I do not recycle them. I am not on a mission to save the planet. I was totally disgusted when the fourth Maximum Ride book turned out to be Global Warming propaganda. I didn't like Wall-E for the same reason. It gets under my skin when the green agenda manifests itself everywhere.

The prompt for our Spanish essay went something like this:

"Imagine that you are a fish, bird, or whichever other animal and that one day human beings arrived to the region where you were happily living in a perfect habitat. Narrate how they arrived, what they did, with what they experimented or what they constructed, how it affected your habitat and what you did in order to survive."

Is it just me, or is that prompt a little skewed? I felt like words were being forced down my throat for me to cough back up on cue. Now, it's not like I hate the planet or don't acknowledge that, yes, we've made a mess of things. We're human; we mess up. It's what we do. Sure, I think we should do the best with what we've got and take care of the world we've been blessed with. But we're not going to save it. This life, this world, is temporary. We have to quit pretending we're in control.

Besides, I think most of the media that supports everything green has their own secret agenda, motivated by money.

I made the mistake of telling my Spanish teacher I felt like I was being brainwashed. She was very offended and swore up and down that she would never brainwash us (which, I really don't believe she would. She's very nice and has our best interests at heart, but that doesn't mean she's always right). And Mateo, who was present, said, "That's exactly what a brainwasher would tell us!"

She walked away.

I wrote about sheep, who had a shepherd, who saved them from wolves.