On a beautiful sunny day I am walking down the sidewalk in Beirut when, one step in front of me, a tissue falls from sky.
I don't even pause to look up and I don't, for even a nanosecond, wonder what has happened. I know the sky is not falling. I am not Chicken Little. I live in Beirut. In Beirut people think absolutely nothing of disposing of something the exact moment they are finished with it, no matter where they are.
Yes, this means garbage is tossed off balconies, out of windows of homes and cars. People toss things as they walk down the street or into the sea. It doesn't really matter what it is. If they are finished with it, it is discarded. At. That. Exact. Moment. Most often are wrappers, cigarettes, plastic water bottles, apple cores, etc.
Trying to raise a child, let alone encourage students to be environmentally conscious is a huge challenge. But at least they don't worry the sky is falling.