The school had built up excitement [read: parent pressure] among the students, and Hodaya’s heart was set: She wanted to be Principal for the Day
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he wanted to be Principal for the Day.
It was the annual auction, a much-needed fund-raiser for my kids’ school. Not a Chinese auction, mind you — those are illegal in Tennessee (hey, don’t ask me!). It was a virtual auction where you spend real money, not tickets, and you bid and get outbid and have to decide how much you can really afford, because you actually have to pay the bill at the end.
There are some great deals, like discounts on braces or tickets to Disney World. Then there are the prizes you can’t really put a price on, like Choose the School Menu for a Week or be Principal for the Day.
Before I go any further, you need to understand something: I am practical. To a fault. Save, scrimp, make do, repeat. My husband drives a clunker with no air-conditioning and a bumper held up by duct tape. My friends poke fun at my decades-old wardrobe. (“See, Sarah and Rachayl — I told you the styles would come back!”) I am not the impulse-buying, big-splurge type. No, no, no.
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