Tuesday, February 19, 2008
This week I am doing something I hate more than just about anything....begging. I just need a sign that says "will work for food" and I would be at my lowest point ever. Actually, every year the parents of the Junior class sponsor a drug and alcohol free after prom party. Our job, as parents, is to go around to area businesses and
beg ask for donations. We use the donated items as drawings all night to keep the kids at the party and safe. I love the idea, but was raised by a father that hated any form of begging, which is what he called every fundraiser we ever had. He and my mother would buy stuff but I was not allowed to ask others. My mother went to college when I was young and dad would not let her try for scholarships or grants because to him, if you wanted something bad enough you earned it yourself. It took my mom 10 years to get her teaching degree because she went to school as they had the extra money. Anyway, I have been handing out letters and calling businesses and I have been laughed at, sneered at and I think scoffed at.....but I'm not sure what a scoff looks like. We do live in an area where jobs are hard to come by and most small businesses are holding on by a thread. I understand that they are probably hounded to death by people asking for donations ...but don't take it out on me....I AM NOT IN THE MOOD! Excuse me, did I just yell that? Well I'm off for another trip to town.....scoffers watch out.