“I now call to order the first meeting of the Anti-Bullying Council,” Beth said, banging her gavel on the table in the library. She had a gavel, because of course she had to have a gavel.
“Thought there’d be more people here,” Carrie said, looking around. “Did you put up flyers or anything?”
Beth shook her head. “No, why would I do that? I’m the President. I don’t have time for that.”
David and Vince shook their heads. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. It’s our first meeting. The group will grow as people see the good work we’re doing.”
“Right. Anyway, on with today’s agenda. We need to first find a way to fund ourselves. We aren’t made of money. We aren’t Republicans, after all,” Beth said as she snorted. She was met with blank stares and shrugged. “What? Aren’t blatantly partisan, left-wing comments the same thing as jokes? No? Hmm, Jon Stewart misled me.”
“As a club, we should have funding from the school,” Carrie said. “Being a new club, we won’t necessarily have a budget, but we should be able to put in a provisional request for any specific events, and possibly get a short-term budget approved. We’ve officially registered with the school, right?”
Beth winced and shook her head. “Ooh, I didn’t know we were supposed to do that. Sorry.”
Carrie shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty good with this kind of thing. Leave it to me.”
“Good, thank you,” Beth said. “Or I could go out and raise my skirt for the money.”
“I think we might need more than $5,” David said. Beth stared daggers at him.
“What are you implying?”
“Nothing. It was a joke.”
“Are you saying that I’m not worth as much as a skinny bitch?”
“Look, let’s just move on,” Carrie said. “David, that’s not cool. You should be aware of your male privilege and the impact that social norms have on women’s self-image. Now apologize to Beth.”
“I’m sorry,” David said
“You really should be more of a feminist. You know women need help defending themselves from the patriarchy.”
“So, now that that’s all out of the way, what are we going to do?” Beth asked.
“What do you mean? I thought you were the President,” Carrie said.
“I am. But I’m looking for ideas. How do we stop bullying and let everyone know that there’s a new sheriff in town?”
They all stared around the room blankly. Eventually, Carrie spoke up. “Maybe an awareness campaign?”
“I think people already know what bullying is,” Vince said.
“No, but let people know about the club. Let them know that they have someone they can come to if they’ve been victimized.”
“Yes. Perfect! Let everyone know about us,” Beth said.
“Exactly. Once people know they have someone they can come to, we can decide on a case by case basis how to proceed. I’ll have to talk to Principal Schwartz anyway when I fill out the club forms. I’ll see about hanging posters, and maybe getting a provisional budget for that.”
“Great. Good first meeting. We’ll meet back here in a week, after Carrie has had a chance to take care of all the paperwork.”