Which stars are green?

I don't know.  Why would stars be green?  Aren't they supposed to be white?  Or was the headline talking about movie and TV stars?  If that's the case then the original question I posed stands.  Why would stars be green?  Are they eating too many veggies?  Perhaps they're green with envy.  If that's the case, who are they envious of and why?  Do they dye their hair to match their faces?  Are they all trying out for the part of Elispeth in "Wicked'?  Do they come by their green-ness naturally or is it another form of body alteration, and why green?  Why not crimson or violet, fuschia or magenta?  How about teal?  That would certainly make an interesting contrast.  Even good old orange might be a nice change.  Which then begs the question, can these stars change their colour depending on their mood, or do they have to stay green?  What if they don't look good in green (hair, make-up, clothes, etc.)?  Are they social outcasts because they don't look like everyone else?  Why would anyone who is a star want to?  Oh.  Wait.  The article was really talking about stars who are practicing environmentally good things, not their colour or the way they feel about someone else (though given how some of them look, it could go either way).  Until next time, when I think vaguely about colouring my hair - not green.

Wriggling and Giggling

So here I am in Colombia, teaching middle school English, which might not be so bad.  Except for one thing.  I've forgotten how wriggly and giggly twelve and thirteen going on fourteen children really are.  To sit still for more than ten minutes is a challenge, to actually work for 50 minutes even more so. Add to this the penchant for children to spend most of their time socializing, interfacing on thier cell phones and the need to check for text messages ever five minutes or less, even when they shouldn't, makes for a very - dynamic - classroom.  Way too much energy, not enough places to use it up, which is why I generally like to stay away from this age group - as far away as I can.  Unfortunately my job is to teach these darlings.  Really need to check my sanity pills to up the strength for this one.  What will happen this year?  Well, let's see ... the thirteen-going-on-fourteens will continue to wage the battle between wanting to be little kids and raging hormones that say otherwise, which makes them, as my mother would say - snorty.  The twelve-going-on-thirteens will suddenly hit the hormone wall, which will turn them from children into - well even more wriggly and giggly teens.  Then, they have to relearn to work in English which is not their first language (even though they've been taking English as a subject for the last seven years it's like they haven't had any before - see hormones above).  So who will survive the year?  That's up for grabs - and it's only September.  Until next time I have enough brainpower to write this blog.