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An Great Opportunity! (Want to Help?)

Two or three of the fifth graders are going to the People to People World Leadership Forum for middle schoolers next spring in DC. This is a great opportunity – just even to go to DC, let alone be part of an international leadership conference. Each child has to raise something like $3000 by July. If you want to help, you’d be supporting some really incredible kids who don’t generally have an opportunity to get out of this neighborhood.

I told all the kids going to write something out so I could help them ask for support. Stephanie’s the only one who’s done it so far, so please consider supporting her – even just a little! Email me if you’d be interested and we’ll figure out who to write the check to. I’ll write a little more about Stephanie later. She’s pretty awesome.

Here’s the text of her letter in case you can’t read it when I finally post the photo:

May 16, 2006

To Whom It May Concern:

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Stephanie and I am a 5th grade student. I have been picked out of thousands of kids to go to a People to People World Leadership Forum in Washington D.C. There will be other kids from around the world who will be there too.

I am asking for your financial support to help me attend this Forum as it would be quite helpful. This will be a good experience for me as I will get to meet new people and make new friends. I will also learn a lot of things that I never knew.

I will be the first in my family to go to this. I will have something else great to add to my scrapbook that I will never forget. I am proud to have been selected as are my parents and the other members of my family.

I thank you in advance for any donation that you are able to give and if you cannot make a contribution, I thank you for reading this letter.

Yours truly,

Stephanie


Her dad (Dark Angel) came in today to see if I can go to her 5th grade graduation (I’d have to get a sub), and all the kids asked for his autograph. He signed an autograph for each kid, very patiently. Then a very unusual thing happened. A child put someone else before himself. Raymond came back late from something and didn’t get an autograph, so Jowan actually gave his up so Raymond wouldn’t be upset. This never happens. I was shocked.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I want to make a donation to help Stephanie go to DC, but when I click on the "My Registry at DonorsChoose" link this project is not listed.

Please advise.

PS Does your class have a computer and access to the internet?
Bronwyn said…
It's not on DonorsChoose because it's only one child. You can send a check made out to "People To People" to me at: Bronwyn Harris, 2033 Eagle Ave., Alameda, CA 94501 or if you email me at: bronwyn.ann@gmail.com, her dad's given me permission to give out her address for this. If you don't know me, I realize it might sound like an internet scam, but I don't know of any way to do it online. :(

My class has some very old computers and usually access to the internet but at the moment, all internet connections are down. I'm goping to post about that tomorrow because it's a little on the ridiculous side.
Anonymous said…
How is she doing?
Angie said…
My daughter was nominated by her 5th grade teacher to go to the Forum in DC this Spring (teacher verifies this) and I was just doing some internet checking and stumbled across your blog. Did you or the kids end up going? If so, how was the experience?
Bronwyn said…
She did go, and loved it. I'd recommend it highly!

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