Monday, May 02, 2005
Snopic: High School Reunion
My 20-year High School reunion is coming up, and my wife asked if I was planning on attending. I think I will. There is one aspect that gives me pause, however. No it is not that I fear the boasting or competition from my former classmates on our current success. For I, not surprisingly, am doing quite well.
It is the almost certain pitch for donations that I fear. I attended, La Jolla High School, a rather innovative public school in a wealthy part of town. The school is innovative, if nothing else than for its fund raising activities. Most schools hit parents up for donations nowadays. But my alma mater hits up alumni. Yep, they ask me all the time for money. I don’t have a clue why they would think that I would send money to a public school in the wealthiest part of town, that my children will never attend but other spoiled brats can, just because I went there 20 years ago.
That they ask is bad enough. What galls me more is the certainty that they continue to ask because some of my fellow classmates must respond with checks. Do these idiots not pay any taxes? Do they actually believe their money is wisely spent donated to a school where the students come from households that practically ooze money? Would not those funds be more strategically spent on either their own children’s schools, or baring that perhaps a school in a needy part of town?
So I fear the pitch that is certain to come, and fear too my horror at seeing my classmates (even if only a few) respond. But I shall be brave, and most likely attend.
It is the almost certain pitch for donations that I fear. I attended, La Jolla High School, a rather innovative public school in a wealthy part of town. The school is innovative, if nothing else than for its fund raising activities. Most schools hit parents up for donations nowadays. But my alma mater hits up alumni. Yep, they ask me all the time for money. I don’t have a clue why they would think that I would send money to a public school in the wealthiest part of town, that my children will never attend but other spoiled brats can, just because I went there 20 years ago.
That they ask is bad enough. What galls me more is the certainty that they continue to ask because some of my fellow classmates must respond with checks. Do these idiots not pay any taxes? Do they actually believe their money is wisely spent donated to a school where the students come from households that practically ooze money? Would not those funds be more strategically spent on either their own children’s schools, or baring that perhaps a school in a needy part of town?
So I fear the pitch that is certain to come, and fear too my horror at seeing my classmates (even if only a few) respond. But I shall be brave, and most likely attend.
