Yesterday my Middle and High School Music Ensemble students hosted a bake sale fundraiser. We’re hoping to get some sweet new drum heads for the two kits we have in our classroom, and possibly update some cymbals. With two classes and six energetic drummers (they have to rotate around between the kits), our heads are dented and dimpled, and our cymbals are looking pretty forlorn.
Shockingly, I’d never done a bake sale before in all of my years of private school teaching. We’re constantly begging for—uh, I mean, fundraising—for money, as we’re a private school, and tuition only covers about 75% of the cost of a student’s education, and I have never been one to grovel for handouts (except for on this blog, where I do it constantly; but it’s the Internet, so does that really even count as Reality?). As such, I try to keep requests from parents to a minimum, even though many of them do donate generously when we need certain items.
One of my seniors proposed the bake sale, which she took on as an unofficial class project (and college application booster). She did the important legwork of clearing it with the administration, and put together a nice flyer. I coordinated with parents and students about obtaining baked goods, and to be sure to list allergens, etc. I mean, I don’t really believe in peanut allergies, but somebody does, so I have to do my due diligence (to be clear, I do believe in peanut allergies, but I doubt they’re as widespread as everyone claims).
