There was a skit we, as counselors, did at camp:
We all wore black garbage bags with our head and arms poked through.
The skit starts with everyone jumping around and dancing while singing,
"Oh it's the raisins that make
the cereal taste great!
Oh it's the raisins that make
cereal taste great!"
until the Camp Director came in with a big wooden spoon at which time we would shriek, "OH NO! It's the spoon... the spoon!" as one of us was dragged off.
Then we would start singing... shaky and scared at first,
"Oh, it's the raisins that make
the cereal taste great!"
until we are once again dancing and singing.
The Camp Director picks us off one at a time until there is only one person left. That person, as he or she is dragged off, sings the old commercial jingle,
"Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener..."
This is a very long set up to say another friend is jumping on an opportunity to leave our school and our district.
The difference between the Raisin Skit and real life, is people aren't being drug away in tears. The ones dancing, are the ones leaving.
How many people leaving does it take before the people with the wallet realize we need to change brands?
Maybe something with those crunchy marshmallows.