Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for November 19, 2013

Just put her down for six; problem solved.

Alterego fail.

This looks like a job for…………….VICKY!

I’d just march down to the school and tell the principal and teachers what they can do with their candles. Somehow, in the sixties, we got by on the school budgets without having fund-raisers. Of course, school administrators didn’t get six-figure salaries, non-teaching staff at the school district offices didn’t outnumber the teachers they way they do now days and they didn’t squander half the budget on in-service days and making up Mission and Vision Statements, either.

When schools are giving tablets to 6th graders who can’t even keep track of their shoes, its no wonder they need to sell candles, cookie dough, popcorn, etc.

Fund raising didn’t necessarily start after the’ 60’s. I graduated from junior high (as we called it then) in 1950. Before then, we were enjoined to sell magazines to raise funds for the school. I was a lousy salesperson, but our phys ed teacher said we’d have to sell at least one magazine to get an “A” in p. e. So my parents bought the cheapest magazine on the list, a winner called Pathfinder. They let the subscription lapse after one year, but Pathfinder hopefully kept on sending copies for months afterward . . .

Candles would be better than that gawdawful candy they sell around here. But if Rose buys candles for Jenny then Jenny’s Mom should buy candles for Pasquale. As someone said, we need Vicki to intervene.

The p. e. teacher was likely told to do this by the principal, who was observedto be sweet on her when he’d meet her during classes in front of the students. He later divorced his wife and married her. His daughter, poor thing, was one grade ahead of me.

I didn’t have to start this BS Fundraising until I was in 4th grade. And I didn’t try too hard to do it… but because I lived in a grouphome, the staff bought everything and/or took it to other grouphomes. If I WANTED to sell, I went to the Children’s Aid office, and sold there. LOLI could out-sell just about anyone, by selling desk to desk. LOL

NO, precious Jenny is NOT selling candles. Jenny’s obnoxious, controlling MOTHER is selling candles. YES, this is a job for Vicky. And yes, I sold, too. Costume jewelry (can you imagine?), then chocolate, then ads in our 8th-grade graduation program. But it was me having the experience, not my parents intervening.

Jon Smyth: That’s coaches! Around here, where football is the state religion, no male may be a teacher unless he can coach football and at least one “minor” sport (like basketball, baseball, or track). Women, on the other hand, can teach without being a volleyball coach (the only Title 9 violation permitted to get though as cheerleading is not yet a recognized sport).

For my high school choir, I sold lots raffel tickets. Our choir director was on good terms with several groups and organizers that allowed our choir to go in with them for stuff and the best solution for all were these raffels. It was always a huge deal and the prizes were really good. We raffeled off stuff like cars or trucks. Trips to Europe, cruises. The cheapest thing we raffeled was a deal with a local grocery store. It was all really good stuff. And it benifited more then just the choir or the school. And we did the selling of tickets ourselves. Parents only helped get us to where we needed to go and helped hold down tables of where we were selling the tickets. Now my children are just in elementary school and they are already selling disgusting candies and useless, cheap junk. My neighborhood is bombarded with children selling stuff. I refuse to have my husband peddel the wares at his office. I refuse to sell this stuff to my clients. I just send a check to the school and politly tell them we did not sell a thing.

And we didn’t have educator*’s unions back then, either, so the schools were run for the benefit of the students, not the employees.

(*I don’t call them “teachers,” teachers are professionals, no member of a union is a professional by definition.)

I remember having to go door-to-door selling what ever our school was selling. Back in the 70s, parents just watched to make sure you were safe. I now get ambushed at work with catalogs and candy sales for schools. I don’t even have kids – so no way to get revenge.

Awkward!

Is this Pam related to Clem at all? Seems like the same ‘me-first’ bullying personality…

The only fund raise I can remember in the ’60’s was selling “Band Candy” when we needed new uniforms.

In High School and Jr. High, our band had it’s annual magazine sales.

We send our kid to a private school and they STILL do this! Just yesterday she came home telling me “I HAVE to take in food for the poor! Or [her teacher] told me I can’t hang my poster!” I made her buy the 50cent can of green beans if she wanted to hang her poster because if the point is to teach giving then she can learn it herself.

They have no less than 3 fund raising efforts on the front school doors at this moment. On top of that they just sent out an e-mail begging for MORE money and supplies to donate because tornados hit the state this past weekend. I don’t mind giving but I prefer to give to the charities and causes I pick! and between the forced donations, personal time I invest, and the school I pay over $5K a year for asking for more money for “special projects” just makes me fed up with EVERYbody asking for a handout.

Rose, open you mouth and say NO. I did let any parent sell stuff for their kids. I forced the kids to come to me and sell it themselves or they didn’t get anything.