Cameron's class has been working on an economics project recently. Over the last couple of weeks each kid has been responsible for coming up with a business, making a poster to advertise their business and on Friday they will be selling their goods and/or services in their own store - aka; their desk. The kids have been earning fake money for the last month or so to allow them to purchase a business license, pay their parents for the product they had to order, (gee, thanks for the fake money in return for the real money I spent on that crap), and to spend in the fine establishments of their peers.
Cameron was given two weeks to come up with an idea for what he wanted to sell, and I'm sure the competition will be fierce. I figured that a majority of the kids would be selling candy because it's cheap for parents to buy in mass quantities and everybody likes it. So I steered Cameron away from that idea in hopes that he would find more success in the less traveled road. I came up with two alternatives.
The first idea was brilliant. Fortune Telling! For a nickel per child he could tell his clients' fortunes via palmistry, crystal ball or psychic trance. Some would be destined for fame, others fortune, while still others would come down with Mono in their senior year of high school and miss the Prom. Imagine the flood of money that would fall into my young entrepreneur's hands! And then I thought of all the Mormon mothers who would call the school to complain when they found out that their child had engaged in Pagan rituals in public school. The outrage would be fierce. So out went that idea.
The next idea was equally brilliant and Cameron was on board. Mystery Bags. Sheer genius. Twenty-five paper sacks, numbered and filled with a few trifle pieces of candy and the possibility of holding a WINNER! card. Five of the bags would contain a ticket entitling the buyer to a prize from a glorious basket o' prizes such as jump rope, packs of gum, bag of army men and glow sticks. What kid can resist the temptation of chance? I know I can't.
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Oh my gosh! Thanks for this post! Being in Utah makes it just TOO easy to be edgy (sometimes), am I right? I moved here last fall, and it seemed a bigger badder city than my hometown in many ways (lots of homeless men on the trax asking me to take them home, etc) but not in other ways. I'm at the LDS Business College and at this moment sit frozen in my chair suddenly wondering how the essay I'd been planning to write all week is going to go over. It's supposed to be about someone I admire and when it was assigned last week I automatically thought of Eve Ensler... can you get kicked out of a church school for writing a paper that has the word "vagina" in it several times? Feel free to delete this comment after you read it. Really. I won't be offended. Bah!
~Laura
I have no idea why the comments are posting twice, sorry. I cleared the doubles out and accidentally deleted both of Heidi's. Sorry, Heidi. Thanks for the love though!
One of my favorite funny quotes and anecdotes I have collected over the years is "The Four Religious Truths":
1 - Protestants DO NOT recognize the Pope as the leader of the Christian world.
2 - Muslims DO NOT recognize the Jews as God's chosen people.
3 - Jews DO NOT recognize Jesus as the Messiah.
4 - Mormons DO NOT recognize each other in Wendover.
;)
Loved your ideas! Anyway you don't have to be in Utah to deal with stuff like that. I helped Hunter make a lighthouse one year and we needed glass to go around the light. I found the perfect thing. shot glasses. Do you know how many people asked me if I knew those were shot glasses? A lot! I still get comments because I never got rid of them.
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