Saturday, February 23, 2013

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Friday, February 15, 2013

{late} valentine's day story

All the valentine-ing yesterday made me want to share this story, even though it's a day late:

When I used to go to co-op, we got a huge influx of generic valentines every year. Remember the store-bought valentines in packs of 100 that have like, little cheap candies and stickers attached to them? When we got home, we would sort them, find the (semi) cool ones, save them, and throw away the rest (and throw away the ones we saved a couple weeks later). They were never very important to us, except the ones from our friends and people we somewhat liked.

I remember one unfortunate new girl who brought valentines for everybody in the class labeled with the recipient's name. I have no idea how she got all the names(maybe from somebody's roster?), but we had to go through all 30+ of them and figure out who the heck was who, and then go around and help her deliver them. It was somewhat hilarious and awkward to go to somebody we didn't know, throw a valentine at them, yell "THAT"S FROM LILIAN" and run off.

Fast forward to now, when I don't (maybe rarely?) go to co-op and don't get any valentines from people anymore. XD I was digging through my stuff in my desk that I don't use and don't open, except when I clean it, and I found a generic cheap store bought valentine, a pink square of shiny paper with a heart and some drawing on it, with nothing in the "To" field. It used to have a pink lollipop attached to it. It looked just like every other generic valentine I had ever received. But it was different.

Last year, dance fell on Valentine's day.  Since I didn't go to co-op then either, that was the only place I could conceivably get valentines. And sure enough, when I got there, people were running around passing out valentines like only sugar-hyped, carefree, elementary school kids can do.

Of course, there weren't any for me. I didn't have any friends at the studio then. I was still older and worse at dancing than everybody else in the class. I didn't want any, either. Who wants a cheap thing with cheap candy anyway? But it somehow still felt bad to be watching everybody else load up on sucrose and cellophane while I put on my shoes and hoped no one noticed me while feeling sorry for myself. What was I doing here anyway? I thought. I left the valentine scene years ago. I should just go back to my friendless valentineless existence now.

Then I heard someone say "Happy Valentine's Day!" and I saw a kid from the class that I didn't know that well, maybe 11 or 12 years old, holding it out. She was the only kid who brought one for everybody in the class, and the only one I received that Valentine's Day.

I didn't eat the lollipop, but I still save that valentine as a reminder that even store-bought generic paradigms of mass-production can still make a difference to somebody. This year I sent out a bunch of ecards, particularly to people I knew who were homeschooled like me and were likely to not get valentines this year.
In memory of that kid! :)

Saturday, February 9, 2013

5 reasons why it sucks to be a Girl Scout this time of year

Well, it's that time of the year, folks! Cookie season started on Sunday, with a giant drop off/rally of loading up cars with tons and tons of boxes off trucks. Here's why cookie selling, from the point of view of a 11th-grade Girl Scout, is both the best and worst time of year.

1.) You...will...sell...cookies.
 We swear that they put something in the cookies that makes them so addicting. But there must be something just inherent in the concept of Girl Scout Cookies that makes it irresistible to sell cookies. Even for someone who hates talking to strangers, hates asking for stuff, and has way better things to do then lug a box of fattening cookies around trying to shove them off on friends and family for a tiny portion of the money, Girl Scouts just have these...compulsions. Trust me, it's scary. XD Like mind control. GS cookies are arguably the most successful fundraising campaign every year. And depending on who you ask, the incentives are either pretty crappy or pretty awesome, ranging from colored hair clips to an iPad(for selling 2500+ boxes. Which is 10,000 dollars worth of cookies by the way. For a $600 dollar prize. Seems legit).


2.) Older girl scouts are a huge disadvantage.
Little kids who sell 500+ boxes on a regular basis, don't think it's going get easier when you grow up. There should be a chart that shows that Girl Scouts sell exponentially less boxes of cookies the older they get. Half the reason people buy them is because of the cute little kids with huge eyes that are like "Wiw yoo buy sum girl scout cookiees fwum me?" and everybody goes "O3O awww, of course!" This is proven. Even if you aren't competing directly with a little kid, people will purposely not buy from me because they know that they won't be able to resist the little kids when they come around.

Trust me, when I go around selling cookies, most people just give me skeptical "aren't you a little old for this" looks.

3.) Moms sell their daughter's cookies for them
This also has to do with those adorable little Daisies/Brownies. Behind (almost) every little brownie with sales in the triple digits is an over-involved mom who carries bags and bags of her daugther's cookies to every PTA meeting, all her friends houses,  and does all the talking while the girl just stands there and looks cute. Most of the time the kid isn't anywhere in sight. I mean, the whole point is so the kid can learn to talk/conduct business by herself, right? I sold them myself when I was her age(although never broke 100 until like a couple years ago). I mean, there's no point if mom sells them for you. I feel like the moms just don't want there kids to "fail" (when failing means selling five boxes less than the average of all the other moms selling all their other daughter's boxes for them).

Which leads into:

4) Moms (and dads) selling at the workplace
The kid's guaranteed not to be there. Yet parents still willingly lug their kids boxes of cookies to their offices(and the order cards, when we were doing that a couple years ago.) Especially the parents in positions of authority who sell to all their underlings. Like, if your boss asked you to buy her daughter's cookies, what can you do? 

5.) Brainwashing:
 You have all these little girls, big girls, troops, moms, all competing with each other. And for what? The more frenzied the competition, the more money the controllers get.  It all goes to the Capitol. XD

We know that, and sell cookies anyway. Be sure to go support your local Girl Scout troop and buy them! XD