Dear Readers: Use your imagination to conjure up the deepest, most Moviefone-ish voice in your head and now hear it intoning this: “In a world, where the school day is 10 hours long. In a world, where there is no summer vacation. In a world where recess is shortened to make time for test prep and teachers cannot hug a second grader who has collapsed under the weight of herÂ 28-pound backpack, comes the unthinkable: No bake sales.”
It’s enough to make Jerry Bruckheimer hide under his desk, but in my own little burg, New York City, the powers that be are now hard at work at banishing bake sales to just once a month, and only AFTER lunch has been consumed or 6 p.m. (presumably whichever comes first). This is supposed to prevent obesity.
You want to prevent obesity, Mr. Mayor? How about making recess an hour long, every day? How about guaranteeing gymÂ three days a week? How about putting crossing guards at all theÂ major intersections so kids come skipping to school? (Ours was there maybe 1/8th of the time.) How about banning car drop-offs? How about makingÂ enough real lunch so that hungry kids can always have seconds, so they don’t NEED a cupcake to fill them up?Â (At my kids’ school, the lunch ladies often ran short.)Â
I agree, I guess, that American kids are getting too much junk food, but bake sales raise money and morale at the same time. They’re fun. They’re communal. They’re CUPCAKES, for gosh’ sake, not crack cakes. Here’s the arrytirstf
article on the whole shebang.Â Long live the bake sale!!