Field Trip
Dude. I just got a call from my son's school.
His class is going on a field trip today to a place called Color Me Mine, which is where you can paint ceramics. The kids are painting tiles that will be placed in the second hand-made bench that was auctioned off at the school fundraiser back in March. The bench with inlaid tiles painted by the first graders and crafted by a first-grade father was the highest bid item at the auction. $7,900 for a bench! Well the auctioneer did something tricky that night. He secured an agreement from the losing bidder: The first grade (and the first-grade father who crafted it) would make a second bench if the bidder would match the winning bid. Big bucks for the school!
So the kids are off today to fulfill their part of the bargain by making another set of tiles. I knew that. I signed the permission slip and everything.
The wacky part of this story is this: The call from school was made to inform me that an anonymous donor had paid for limousine transportation for the children for their field trip. No mommies and daddies will be driving them today. Twenty-nine kids and a suitable number of adults are piling into limos right now. Apparently, this is sufficiently atypical that the school administrator wanted the parents to know what was going on.
What a way to end the school year for a bunch of 7-year-olds!
His class is going on a field trip today to a place called Color Me Mine, which is where you can paint ceramics. The kids are painting tiles that will be placed in the second hand-made bench that was auctioned off at the school fundraiser back in March. The bench with inlaid tiles painted by the first graders and crafted by a first-grade father was the highest bid item at the auction. $7,900 for a bench! Well the auctioneer did something tricky that night. He secured an agreement from the losing bidder: The first grade (and the first-grade father who crafted it) would make a second bench if the bidder would match the winning bid. Big bucks for the school!
So the kids are off today to fulfill their part of the bargain by making another set of tiles. I knew that. I signed the permission slip and everything.
The wacky part of this story is this: The call from school was made to inform me that an anonymous donor had paid for limousine transportation for the children for their field trip. No mommies and daddies will be driving them today. Twenty-nine kids and a suitable number of adults are piling into limos right now. Apparently, this is sufficiently atypical that the school administrator wanted the parents to know what was going on.
What a way to end the school year for a bunch of 7-year-olds!