Anyway, yesterday was the first of two days in which all the children's efforts paid off. They had been making products, planning a business strategy, writing advertisements -- you name it. But the items they were selling -- for the made-up currency of their community, which they'd earned by doing homework and other tasks -- were so adorable that my normal antipathy to the mall experience was rapidly overrun with joy.
Here's a picture of the booth that Skylar helped to plan and run. They're selling rainsticks. That's Skylar's best friend in the black shirt, extracting the requisite "suns" -- their community is called "Sundown City" -- from her pouch full of earnings:Skylar was slated to be a seller today. Yesterday she got to be a buyer. The girl loves to shop. Here she is checking out the "pillow pet" booth in the adjoining classroom -- the two classes do some things together -- which was one of her favorites. She went there early in her flâneurie.There were also raffles and contests at the "mall." Skylar played the game where you're supposed to catch a fish with a hook for a magnet. She got one.By the end of her whirlwind shopping trip --yes, Mr. Dimmesdale, I know that "whirlwind" is a cliché -- the Bean had a bag full of lovingly hand-crafted items. You can tell how much fun she was having:
I'd rather go to an alternative mall where people sell what they made themselves than wander through the perfume-laden piles of pointless imported merchandise at the conventional sort. Not having to use dollars is pretty sweet too. I guess I'll have to give the capitalism unit a grudging thumbs-up after all.