My own experiences of fund-raising with ACS have been positive. Note the plural: experienceS. ACS does not do fund-raising once in a while. It does fund-raising all the time. Fund-raising is an ongoing activity woven into school life. To have a son in ACS means fund-raising and charity is a way of life.
You learn to make money. You learn to give it away.
The first time Smelly Boy was asked to fund-raise during a school trip to Malacca, he was sooooooo excited. He was given seed money to use, to buy goods from Malacca for re-sale in Singapore. Smelly Boy's little consortium of boys went one better. They bought cup noodles and sold it to the other ACS boys after lights out in the hotel.
In this manner, Smelly Boy's consortium doubled their seed money.
Then, they took their already doubled seed money and bought goods in Malacca. At this point, Smelly Boy's consortium decided to buy goods that would appeal specifically to nostalgic adults. They came back with a store of rabbit sweets, haw flakes and other things that form part of MY childhood. Needless to say, they sold out in no time because Teachers and Parents bought up their stocks, not in piecemeal, but in bulk.
In this manner, Smelly Boy and his friends doubled their already doubled seed money. Yes, I am deliberately mis-using the word "consortium". It is a hyperbolic use.
All the money that Smelly Boy's consortium made, was turned over to the school for use to send NEXT YEAR's boys to Malacca.
I mulled about that for a while.
Why did not the school tell the boys to raise funds for THEIR OWN trip? Why were the funds to be given to next year's boys? If the trips are always funded by last year's boys, then who funded the very very very first trip to Malacca?
Surely the school had to commit funds for the very first trip in order to start this cycle of ...
(1) ... boys making money
(2) ... boys giving money away to someone else
Why not get that first batch of boys going to Malacca, to raise funds for themselves? Why did the school even have to fund that first trip to Malacca?
It then struck me that there was method behind the madness. The school was ensuring that my son was learning very important life lessons.
(1) How to make money.
(2) How to give it away.
Smelly Boy and I made 75 crèmes brûlées for sale. They sold out quickly. Smelly Boy decided to branch out into selling bacon strips using his own money. The boys pooled some funds. They crossed the road to the provision shop and bought some packets of bacon. Soon, the inveigling smells of bacon filled the air of the ACS canteen. The boys did a 2nd roaring business in bacon strips.
At the end of it all, they gave to the school all the crèmes brûlées profits and kept the bacon profits for themselves. When I learnt about it, I made Smelly Boy surrender the bacon profits too. You see, Smelly Boy had not considered that the bacon was
(1) sold within the context of a fund-raiser and
(2) that it did not matter who had come up with the seed money and
(3) that all the customers had bought bacon under the assumption that the profits would go to charity.
Again, I was grateful to the school for giving my son the opportunity to learn some business ethics. It may be stressful for Smelly Boy to go around with a donation card but I see that as good training for the day when my son may have to...
(1) go around asking for a job
(2) go around selling stuff
(3) go around engaging customers
(4) go around getting abused by customers
It made me laugh to imagine this boy so stressed by having to sell carnival tickets that his Momma cannot sleep. Like that, how will the boy learn later to generate wealth? Or is a job supposed to miraculously appear that banks a salary into his bank account without him having to ask?
Smelly Boy's class teacher called up and asked me to buy a table at a gala dinner. At first, I thought she was a particular teacher from Smelly Boy's detestable/abhorrent/hateful primary school. So, I coldly said, "I don't think your school did very much for my son. I refuse to donate."
You know what? The teacher was very very gracious about it. She did not make me feel at all bad for refusing to donate. It took me a while to realise that it was ACS on the phone, and not the other worthless school. Unfortunately, by that time, I had said a few very very ungracious things to the poor Teacher! Get Stingy Petunia's money?! Not so easy!!
ACS(I) has taught my son well. I see values education. I see social development. I see top notch materials and teaching. Over lunch last weekend, Smelly Boy commented that tuition in ACS(I) is not a norm, and it is very important to attend classes because you really learn something. I don't have to state that despite the fact that tuition is NOT a norm in ACS(I), the school still pulls in stellar results. Clearly the school is doing its job very well.
Inasmuch as I hated/detested/abhorred Smelly Boy's primary school, I am DEEPLY grateful to ACS(I). Deeply. So, I apologised till red in the face and wrote my cheque contritely/happily/joyfully. I did what I was happy to do (even though it was not a whole table at the gala dinner). It was the least I could do to show my appreciation for the invaluable education my son is receiving.
Those who complain that ACS is elitist and materialistic in outlook do not understand ACS. As a community, ACS sees itself blessed. This arises from the rock solid belief that God provides and will always provide for ACS in the same way He provided the Israelites with food, water and good counsel deep inside the wilderness. Come on, God has provided since 1886, so He has had a fabulous track record of providing, no?
No matter how little or much ACS has, ACS will always be fund-raising for charity because it always feels it has enough since it KNOWS that God will always provide for it.
People happily donate ONLY when they are contented and grateful for God's provisions. It is not a question of how objectively rich or poor one is. There are ACS mothers living in HDB flats who spend hours making dumplings for an ACS fund-raising effort. The feelings of contentment and blessedness come from faith in God, NOT from what money is in the bank account. If you don't believe me - click HERE (a 98 year old homeless man donates thousands to build churches... now, I really doubt any ACS parent is homeless).
People donate only when they are contented with the blessings God has given to them. How much is enough differs for everyone. ACS lives its values. These values are...
(1) contentment in God's blessings
Sorry to Have Been Uncharitable
I was initially quite angry at that Stomp-y mother. In a flurry of Whatsapps flying around, I wrote very unkind things. Now, I am sorry.
It occurred to me that not everyone within the ACS community feels blessed. That too, is understandable. It may take time for some to come to the realisation that God provides. It may take never. These are the people who need our charity... and yes, charity does begin at home, with people in our own community. We should treat this mother, part of the ACS community, with love and forgiveness. Perhaps one day, God will touch her heart and she will feel blessed and contented too.
Then again, I am no angel either. I do not always feel contented. I do not always feel blessed. There are times (and many) when I behave like a stiff-necked Israelite, looking past God's manna, pure water gushing from the rock, quails dropping from heaven... and I complain. It is hardly a good example for my son to see.
Hence, I am very glad that ACS (in all its forms) has institutionalised these habits of...
- raising money
- giving it away
... thereby teaching my son what it means to be truly content with what he already has.
It is truly Values-In-Action. ACS lives and breathes these values in an idealistic way that is beyond the ability of normal human beings like me and that Stomp-y mother. I hope that ACS never ever changes this part of itself.
And then, very selfishly, I note that the school is equipping my boy with skills to ensure that he will always earn enough to be able in a position to give money away. For more on this... click HERE.