Your part

My first memory of Earth Day takes me back to 10th grade. Someone decided to stage a walk out to protest the use of styrofoam trays in the cafeteria. We were all supposed to stand up in the middle of 4th period and walk outside. Some kids had made posterboard signs and we were going to shout and march in the courtyard.

I remember being in Biology class. I remember watching the clock. I remember looking around the class at other kids I knew were going to walk out. I remember getting excited to stand up and show my support for the Earth.

But I can’t remember if I actually walked out or not. I know; It’s weird. I have such detailed memories of the experience, except for the part that would make the biggest difference. Staying in my seat or walking out.

If I had to choose, though, I’d lean towards the likelihood that I stood up for a second, giggled, and sat back down. That’s the kind of girl I was in high school. The bitch in me was quietly suppressed for most of my adolescence by bitchier girls and bitter grown ups.

When you take a stand for something or someone, you remember. There are butterflies in your stomach; an adrenaline rush; often, raw, unadulterated fear. Afterwards, you feel a sense of accomplishment. Even if everything remains the same. You know you were in action and you were part of something bigger than yourself.

WAKE UP CALLS are my part. What’s yours?