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Something I've Never Done Bef ore

Shop for morning snack for 412 kids - For a total of 9 days of State standardized tests in school. Who signed me up for this anyway? I'll have to bop you one if you point out I did it to myself!

Actually, our PTA provides a snack for each day of standardized testing given in the school during the year. It happens at various times, for grades 2 through 6 and evaluates the performance of each school in the state. Testing starts for grades 3,4,5 & 6 beginning January 8 and each grade has 2, 3 or 4 days of tests. Somehow I got signed up as crew chief for this particular task although I stand by my story that I only volunteered to help, not to man the ship. Four moms went shopping for daily snacks/drinks and we'll be delivering the appropriate number to each classroom tomorrow morning (we'll be taking advantage of the muscle power of one willing dad as well).

It was quite the exercise loading 500 bottles of water, packages of cereal bars, cheese crackers, fruit snacks and other nibbles on a flatbed at Sam's Club. I thought we were going to have trouble getting it into the vehicles, but we're the power shopping sort, so we managed.

We'll have one more round of mega snacking in March, followed by a few days of testing for grade 2 in April, then this committee can be disbanded. I'm already on the prowl for my replacement, as next year, I am definitely in the going-along mode, not the boss mode.

Comments

Anonymous said…
But now you are a pro at it! :) ~Jen Jones
Mary Ellen said…
One word...YIKES!!!!
Rochelle said…
Another word...UGH!
Unknown said…
And Another... I'm overwhelmed!

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