[ Fundraising for Beacon Elementary is probably Stiles' least favorite part about being a teacher. The older kids are expected to try and sell candles or magazine subscriptions or whatever BS the administration is trying to get them to pawn off on their unsuspecting families, and the younger kids--and their teachers, usually--are left floundering trying to make up the missing amount in their yearly budgets. Fundraising buys things like new crayons (the ones that are nontoxic, preferably), and new storybooks, and more activities and toys and games for the kids--it buys them so it doesn't have to come directly out of Stiles' pockets. He loves the kids and does usually end up spending a couple hundred bucks a month to keep his supplies replenished, but when it comes down to it, he's broke. Teachers barely get paid, anyway.
So when the ~genius~ idea had occurred to him, Stiles had suggested it to his very enthusiastic parents at a PTA meeting--god bless this crop of parents, seriously, aside from the ones who were asking him about their kid's college prowess in kindergarten, they were a great bunch--that they have a bake sale to support his classroom. He'd locked eyes with Laura Hale for half a second and she gave him an absolutely devious look before she'd raised her hand to agree, and Stiles would be mortified if he wasn't a tiny bit excited.
He shoots a text off to Hot Chef Guy (and now known local) Derek Hale, before he even gets home. ]
You're about to hate me for the next thirty six hours. :)
[ He even saw Laura sign Derek up to volunteer. Perfect.
The day of the bake sale dawns warm and clear, and Stiles is running on about an hour of sleep--he's got a huge pile of cookies in his apartment, now, from red velvet cake cookies to peppermint pinwheels to plain old chocolate chip, and he is ready to tackle the battlefield, which is outside of a local Starbucks.
Stiles is a genius, thank you.
He sets up the table, throws a bright tablecloth with plastic pockets that held the kids' artwork over it, and gets to work setting out his own display of cookies, plus prices. (50 cents, or a donation of their choosing.) Parents are milling around helping set up within a couple minutes, and excited kindergarteners are having to be corralled into helping. At this point, Stiles is just hoping he actually makes a profit and that only about half of the cookies get eaten by the kids. ]
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So when the ~genius~ idea had occurred to him, Stiles had suggested it to his very enthusiastic parents at a PTA meeting--god bless this crop of parents, seriously, aside from the ones who were asking him about their kid's college prowess in kindergarten, they were a great bunch--that they have a bake sale to support his classroom. He'd locked eyes with Laura Hale for half a second and she gave him an absolutely devious look before she'd raised her hand to agree, and Stiles would be mortified if he wasn't a tiny bit excited.
He shoots a text off to Hot Chef Guy (and now known local) Derek Hale, before he even gets home. ]
You're about to hate me for the next thirty six hours. :)
[ He even saw Laura sign Derek up to volunteer. Perfect.
The day of the bake sale dawns warm and clear, and Stiles is running on about an hour of sleep--he's got a huge pile of cookies in his apartment, now, from red velvet cake cookies to peppermint pinwheels to plain old chocolate chip, and he is ready to tackle the battlefield, which is outside of a local Starbucks.
Stiles is a genius, thank you.
He sets up the table, throws a bright tablecloth with plastic pockets that held the kids' artwork over it, and gets to work setting out his own display of cookies, plus prices. (50 cents, or a donation of their choosing.) Parents are milling around helping set up within a couple minutes, and excited kindergarteners are having to be corralled into helping. At this point, Stiles is just hoping he actually makes a profit and that only about half of the cookies get eaten by the kids. ]