Lydia’s class–and every other junior high class in the country, I’m sure–is in the midst of a drive to raise money for the class trip they’ll be taking when they complete ninth grade, and it’s going less than swimmingly, at least for our girl.<\/p>\n
She and her classmates are selling plastic freezer bags, each student charged with ten packs of 150 bags to unload for 60 crowns (eight bucks, give or take) a pack. They’re pretty spendy — not entirely outside the realm of reason considering that they’re thick, good quality bags, but still more than most people are willing to part with when it comes to kids making door-to-door sales. Especially when there are a half-dozen other kids coming hot on their heels trying to hawk their socks or salami or butter cookies for equally outrageous sums.<\/p>\n
There’s less than a week left until all the bags must be sold (apparently returning any unsold is not an option), and Lydia still has half of her stock left. We bought two packs, her grandparents bought two packs, and I twisted a friend’s arm until she took a pack off our hands, but that still leaves five to sell. <\/p>\n
Back in the good old days, when I had to sell candy bars<\/a> to help finance the purchase of new band uniforms, my mom would take a box to work with her and strong-arm her co-workers into supporting the arts. For the first time, I find myself wishing that Olof worked at an office instead of from home, so he could take these accursed bags and get rid of them there. Though, at 60 crowns a pop, that might not work so well. At least the candy bars were only a dollar — more than they were worth, to be sure, but a small enough sum as to be almost negligible.<\/p>\n The most likely outcome, I’m afraid, is that we will buy the remaining bags from her, which will give us a total of just over one thousand bags. I suppose I’d better get busy freezing things, then … in just six short years Tage will surely come knocking with a new supply and I need to get these used up before then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lydia’s class–and every other junior high class in the country, I’m sure–is in the midst of a drive to raise money for the class trip they’ll be taking when they complete ninth grade, and it’s going less than swimmingly, at least for our girl. She and her classmates are selling plastic freezer bags, each student… Read More Ah, fundraising<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1249","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1249","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1249"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1249\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1252,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1249\/revisions\/1252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1249"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1249"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1249"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}