On Thursday, I will officially quit the PTA. I loathe the PTA.
This wasn't always so. Once upon a time, yours truly was elected PRESIDENT of a PTA in Denver. And then she moved to Canada. And then she moved back to Denver, and was elected TREASURER of the PTA. And then she moved to Canada.
I was never the vice president, but I spent two years happily filling the position of President's Bitch. I actually wrote that on a nametag at one of those Back To School Night things PTA's seem to love to throw. The president didn't think it was nearly as funny as I did, but I was the President Elect; what was she gonna do about it?
My job as P-Bitch was to do whatever the president asked me to. She told me one year they were thinking about selling school supplies as a fundraiser. This shit was right up my alley. Spreadsheets, order forms, bundles of things. I volunteered my soul services to the cause.
Here's how it went. We asked the teachers for the next years supply lists. We received 12 completely different lists for 6 grades and 2 special ed classes. We then sent out order forms the last week of school to the families and emailed the holy freaking hell out of them all summer long. All vacation, we window shopped. We watched flyers, checked online site, we stalked #2 pencils like they were Jodi Foster. The month before school started, we hit Target. We hit Target with everything we had, our Red Cards that give back 3% to the assigned schools in hand. We hit them early in the morning, and gave it to them alll day long, and 15 bazillion hours later we walked out with two trunk loads full of supplies.
We then gave our children the totally awesome super fun task of dividing those supplies into piles based on orders. We then recycled every grocery bag ever used in the history of mankind to package those supply bundles into handy dandy packs. And then we delivered them. And then we spent two months chasing people down who had forgotten to write us checks. Or bounced those checks.
Some went to classrooms, some went to homes. Some went straight up my ass for all I know, because no matter how many spreadsheets I created, the fucking numbers never matched. The first day of school, though, 95% of those kids had a full compliment of markers and tissues and dry erase markers, and 5% of those kids parents had some loud words for us.
I call that a success. We made a little money for the PTA, and only two of us had total, complete nervous breakdowns.
Um, dudes? Right after yesterday, when I was apparently born, someone out there figured out that this arrangement sucks and got into the busines of doing school supplies.
There is a company in Denver, and guess what their name is? EZ School Supplies. Guess what they're in the business of? Yup, E-Z School Supplies. I think I just cried a little.
The school supply coordinator (on their end; read: not a mother of three who wants to drink heavily by July) takes your school supply lists (provided by the teachers, the parents, or your friendly neighbourhood P-Bitch) and they SAVE IT. You go search for your school, click on your grade level, and hit ORDER. You can customize your supplies, add backpacks and water-bottles and stuff, too. In the mail a little while later comes one very snazy little school supply pack. They also provide marketing supplies for the PTA. Now, as much as I know you like those huge reams of paper and that glitter glue (don't huff it, shit burns, yo) having it pre-made is pretty freaking sweet.
And no one has to lose their mind.
The best part is that if you order as a PTA, your PTA gets 10% of the net sales rebated back.
And no one had to lose their minds. The best best part is that EZ School Supplies gave me a code to give to you for 10% off orders.
::If you scanned all that and are reading the last lines, here's the nutshell::
10% off School Supplies ordered with the code through this blog.
10% back to the PTA if your school signs up as a group.
Delivered to your door.
And no one had to lose their fucking minds.
I have this nifty little button, and it will sit in my sidebar all summer long. Click it, enter the promo number, and order away.
And I happen to have, right here in my hot little hands, a sample school supply pack that they sent me all the way up here in Canada, even though they don't actually ship to Canada. And I'm giving it away. My ten year old said it was "Wicked Cool" and that I couldn't give it away, but he still picks his nose, so his opinion doesn't matter.
Leave a comment, and tell me your worst PTA horror story. The worst that's ever happened to you, the worst you've heard, the most hideous PTA person you've ever met. Or just say, Hey, hook a sister up! And remember, you've got some stiff competition. Winner by popular vote doesn't have to go school supply shopping at all this year. And maybe I'll throw a metric ruler or some maple syrup in the box, just for good measure.