Not Messing With The Outcome (Not Much Anyway)

So I'm the Computer Programming teacher here at the Cookson Hills High School and the senior class is having this fund raiser.

The fundraiser consists of putting a pie in the face of three people.  The kids voted and chose 10 people that would be "nominated" to get a pie in the face.  There are voting jars around campus with nominee's names and votes are registered by putting money in one of the jars.  Coins in the jar are votes for a pie in the face.  Paper money in a jar is votes against.  At the end of the voting period there is an assembly and the top three get a pie in the face. 

I was one of the 10 "lucky" nominees.

Yesterday I looked at the daily tally and learned that I have moved into third place behind the principal and the band teacher.  It took me two, maybe three nanoseconds (if you aren't into computers you probably need to look that up) to decide I really didn't need to add "a pie in the face" to my collection of experiences.  Right behind that I decided I needed a strategy.

I found myself in a bit of a dilemma.  On the one hand  I really didn't want to alter the will of the kids.  On the other hand I really didn't want chocolate cream and graham cracker crust stuffed up my nose.

After a short deliberation between the me that didn't want to get hit in the face with the pie and the me that didn't want to dedicate my pension fund to overriding the will of the children, I came up with a solution.

Michelle and I went out to lunch and found a eatery that was across the street from a bank.  After we ordered our meal I scurried across the street (that's right, I didn't walk and I didn't run -- I scurried) and purchased enough change to make my arm unhappy as I strolled back to the restaurant (I know but let's face it, nobody scurries when they are carrying a big bag of rolled coins).

That afternoon I stood in the hall and passed out rolls of nickels with two conditions.  First, the nickels had to go into the voting jars and second, they could not go into mine.

There you have it.  Win, win.  The senior class gets some extra money for their mission trip to Costa Rica, and with any luck at all, my participation in tomorrow's assembly will be in the roll of photographer.