Although little is known of the living habits of this species after a certain hour, they can be observed in mass from early morning until evening in various shapes, sizes and colours. Getting into cars here, mounting bicycles there or striding along the streets on foot, all laden with the tricks of their trade, a variety of victuals to see them through the day and a smile (albeit sometimes vacant).
Green School teachers come from all over the world to gather at the Green School premises. How they arrive there originally has always been a mystery. Why should an opera singer from Boston USA home in on such a point on the globe? Why did the university educated and highly cultured South African nutritional scientist step over the Green School threshold? How did the Iranian wrestler manage to find his way to this outpost of international convergence? Or the Polish cat-lover end up in Green School’s grips for several hours every day of the week? Or the pocket-sized Philippine turn her steps in Green School’s direction?
Some would say that the species is drawn there by the fascination and charm of its dominant male leader, others by the colours of the walls and others by the promise of a sing-song once a month. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that, each September, the species descends on the School in a happy throng to face the challenges of surviving at least ten months to the following summer, when many disappear into thin air, never to be seen again, or turn up, out of the blue, like clockwork, the following September, often looking bedraggled and in need of a good meal.
And so, this army of Green School teachers, bravely goes to the front, battling forward every day to conquer the linguistic shortcomings of the multitude. The fight is often hard and energy-consuming and many teachers suffer from mental-fatigue. But more frequently the battle is a winning one, ground is covered and gained, achievements are made, targets met and the enemy, willingly succumbs and surrenders to the Green School teachers cunning. A battle of wits in which both sides emerge victorious.
So, if you should ever see a member of this species, pay your respects. They are a motley crew but always extremely friendly and have never been known to bite.
by Diane Lutkin