So, TODAY the other thing was that I had my first assembly. The principle wasn’t speaking, neither was the vice-principal, or any parent liaison, or anyone I have EVER seen before. It was some weird salesman guy. What he wanted us to do was to sell weird candy bars and cheap jewelry to fundraise for the school and if you make a certain amount of sales you make a certain amount of money.
When I started to tell my mother about this she asked, “Oh, was this some JR ROTC thing?” And I said, “No, that’s the next assembly.”
Yesterday I was at a community house because my friend was thinking about moving in. The bumpersticker said, “It will be a glorious day when schools have all the money they need and the airforce has to have a bake sale to buy a bomber.”
What my school needs is funding and anti-depressants.