After a long career in medicine I had endured my fill of nonsense bureaucracy. Meetings, guidelines, The Way Things Are Done. So do I perhaps take a bit too much delight in thumbing my nose at this sort of thing? Well. Maybe.
The Voyagers after school program where I run middle school classes provides the students with a snack. A healthy snack. Milk. Granola bars. Ugh.
Years ago when my robotics students succeeded in talking me into starting a Dungeons and Dragons class I went to the school staff and said "Look, I'll do it on one condition. Serious gamers need Mountain Dew and Cheezits. Make it happen."
It was in some sub rosa fashion, made to happen. For one year the students and I wallowed in salty caffeinated glory while dispatching trolls and orcs.
The next year somebody musta blabbed to the Carb Police because the kids were back on granola rations.
But I to this day get a special treat for every class I teach. Granola? Oh, I think not.
Do a volunteer job for 17 years and you can get away with a lot.