Our school just finished its third Read-a-Thon. What’s a Read-a-Thon? Well, it’s a fundraiser like a Walkathon only the sponsors pay money for reading rather than reenacting the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Over the past three years, we had on average a rather low number of participants. Of eleven-hundred students, barely one hundred turn in their collections. I’d give you the percentage but thanks to Common Core, I’m not sure standard math makes sense anymore.
After much deliberation, we decided that the prizes needed improvement. My allergic-to-reading son came up with a sellable top prize.
“I’d read for a Harry Potter wand!” He said.
So it was said. So it was done. That’s the beauty of serving on the panel. You kind of expect Yoda to show up and say, “Your ass it doesn’t seem you always think out of.”
Not only did we secure a Harry Potter Wand, it f*cking lights up. Even better than a vibrating broomstick!
End result? Out of 97 participants, 54 of them were boys.
Yep. Even without common core, I know that means more than half – were boys.
If you have one, you know the beauty of that – boys don’t like to read. A boy who does, couldn’t be bothered logging it. And if logging isn’t an issue, then I assume he’s only doing it because he’s smart enough to bribe you into being “paid” for it.
Boys have a one track mind. They’ll do what it takes to get what they want and guess what? They’re happy when they get it!
My son hasn’t brought home a reading log since the second grade – let alone made a ritual of logging reading sessions as well as he does his poop volume. For the Harry Potter wand, however, he logged every – single – minute.
When he finally got it, what did he do?
For starters, he tried to change a stack of looseleaf papers into a million dollars. Then he tried to change his brother into a bug.
After epic failure, his brother took the wand and tried to magically grow a beard.
Finally, their dad asked for the wand and demanded to turn the lights off. He shoved the wand up his nose and lit it up.
With a flashing blue nostril he turned to me and said, “Quick. Take a picture!”
Intelligence at its best.