Friday, October 23, 2009

The Cream War

As a history minor, it isn't unusual to find a history book the floor beside by bed. I am currently reading about the history of South Africa and the Boer Wars. But the war I experienced first hand Oct. 16 was not found in any history book!

I swapped hats for the night from senior English teacher to sophomore class sponsor. The class sponsor job is a fun way to get to know a class. Each grade level is assigned adults to help them run their class events. The job entails working with the class officers to plan parties, facilitating class elections, traveling on trips with the kids, etc. The job of the class sponsors it to encourage leadership, responsibility and problem solving in the class officers. Last year we had 4 sponsors for the freshman class - Tim and Andrea Field, Isaac Michaels, and me. Each year we get promoted with our class. Isaac is now the student council adviser so he left our class but we added Mark and Susan Powell. We will add a couple sponsors next year. I am the head sponsor for the sophomore class which means I am the go to person that the officers report to.

So what is a cream war? That was the compromise that the sponsors and class officers agreed to for our first class party. They wanted a mud fight. Every fiber in our adult beings was against their idea but we have to tell ourselves that it isn't our party. So we have to calmly discuss the issues and work to get the kids a party that they want but that is more manageable. By the time we were done, we had hit on a workable plan: a whipped cream war. This basically means they ran around for an hour spraying whipped cream all over each other. Then they ran to the school, took showers and came back for a bonfire and hot chocolate. The sophomores walked away saying "That was the best party ever!" And the other classes were jealous of us - that's when you know you had a great party!


We took the time before clean up to pose for a class picture.
Susan Powell, Tim and Andrea Field - making the hot chocolate.
Some of the kids were smart and came with garbabe bags to minimize the whipped cream that would get on their clothes.