Tonight was the Spaghetti Dinner at my son's school. For $4 a piece, it was, as they might say in the South, right tolerable.
I'd heard that the 6th graders would be serving the food--I thought that meant they'd be scooping the spaghetti and putting some garlic bread on my plate. No, we sat in the cafeteria while 6th graders scurried to and fro, bringing bowls of salad, plates of spaghetti, and drinks to those of us at the tables. I enjoyed that, not having experienced that before at any school at which I've taught.
The 6th graders are raising money to go to Sly Park. Sly Park is a "camp" owned (?) and run by the Sacramento County Office of Education. I went there for a week as a 6th grader, I went again for a week in 12th grade as 1 of 8 teenaged counselors for three schools' worth of 6th graders, and shortly after graduating from West Point I spent a week there as a counselor during a summer "Space Camp".
I like Sly Park. I have extremely fond memories of Sly Park. If any of my readers know about Sly Park, I was a Porcupine all three times.
I'm glad this Spaghetti Night is helping fund these kids' trip to Sly Park. Next year it will be my son's turn.