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You know — the box of 50 chocolate bars you have to sell for $1 each to raise money for said charity or community group.
Sounds like a cinch, right?
Wrong.
At least half get eaten by your own children, while the rest are devoured by your tight-ass work colleagues who prefer to leave an ‘I owe you’ note than a gold coin.
Oh, and of course the ones you conveniently forgot you ate during Thursday’s 3pm sugar low.
Leaving you, yet again, at least $40 short. And therefore out of pocket, again.
It happens every year.
We are fundraising for Echuca-Moama Theatre Company’s junior productions The Jungle Book and Back to the 80s and obviously need as much money as we can get because you can just imagine the costs involved in staging one theatrical production, let alone two.So last week, we were sent home with the obligatory chocolate box which Maya was only to happy to pounce on.
After frothing at the bit for 20 minutes, I finally caved and let her have one as a ‘‘special treat’’ which, let’s be honest, instead becomes a handy tool for bribery during those times where you’re on the verge of a mental breakdown because one child won’t leave the house without an exact matching pair of socks (which somehow have vanished into thin air) and the other until the slight bump in her hair is flattened. And the bus is leaving in less than five minutes.
Anyhoo, I’m getting off topic.
I remember some of our fundraising ideas when I was at primary school.
Spending hours going door-to-door selling crappy biscuits to make a measly $10.
Or the sponsor-type fundraising. You know: I’ll sponsor you $1 for each kilometre you walk. Get real mate.
So we had a better idea in grade six. Rather than a walkathon, we decided a wakeathon would be loads more fun.
And it was, for the kids. Definitely not for the teachers who had to control us all during the school sleepover or rather wakeover.
Thirty kids hyped up on Mountain Dew and Violet Crumbles, all vying to be the one who can stay awake the longest.
Most of the students nodded off about 1am and a few, including me, made it to about 3am before our eyelids just couldn’t take it anymore.
And while we all woke up with excruciating sugar hangovers the next day, we managed to raise a pretty decent sum for our school.
Nonetheless, this is not an idea I will be suggesting to the theatre company any time soon.
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