School’s been in a week, and already two of the things I hate about it have made an appearance: we are all getting a cold, and the first fundraiser packet was sent home. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
This year I have THREE children selling wrapping paper and kitchen gadgets and chocolate teddy bears. Three. of. them. I wouldn’t mind the fundraising if the school actually got to keep a majority of the money raised. Instead, a big chunk of it goes toward the prizes. The damn prizes. A chance to win an ipod! Earn a plasma flat panel (whatever, I don’t know if that’s what it is called) television!
How about, "Sell this stuff and raise money for your school." And, when it’s over, how about an extra long recess and maybe a short assembly telling the kids all the cool stuff their school was able to do with the money. And, "Hey, don’t you feel good that you helped make it happen, kids?"
I hate all this reward crap. I hate it that they give out plastic toys for reading. But, I’m not a teacher, and god knows how I’d get a bunch of ten year olds to do what I wanted them to. I’m sure as hell not good at it here.