Gentlemen, Place Your Bets


It all started when our school was having a magazine drive.
Students were supposed to sell magazines to win cool prizes. The money basically funds all student activities such as dances, spirit days, and the like. Each homeroom competes with the others to be the top sellers and recipient of a pizza party and book worm. The sales lasted three weeks.
By the end of the second week, my class was either in last place or darn near close to it. We had, out of 36 students, sold only three magazines. It was a sad time. And, to be honest, I was a bit embarrassed to show my face around campus knowing that my class bit the dust on this one. If there were no dances this year, it would be partially our fault.
So, I decided to fan the flame a bit. Three days before the last turn in was due, I told my class that anyone who sold the individual goal of 9 magazine orders would get a free 10 point assignment in my class. Anyone who went to town and sold 50 or more would get me to do the “I’m not worthy” feet kissing thing in front of the whole class. This intrigued them…and they prodded me further. “What if we get first place Mrs. Lewis???” Well, let’s just say that I highly doubted that they would get to first place in three days. So, I placed a bet with them.
The final day came when they announced the top selling classes. My class was very anxious to hear the results. And I was very nervous about the bet I had placed with them three days earlier. The announcer came over the loud speaker and announced the third place class…the second place class…then the first place class…and…well….