Friday, June 29, 2007

Seize the Day


Okay, great job, everyone! Time to move on and think a little bigger.

For this week's assignment, think hard and remember the halls of your high school. What's that you say? You're home schooled?? You're (take your pick) not in high school, already finished with high school, a home school mom, or ..... the halls of your home school are covered with hand prints? Great, just the audience I thought I was addressing.

So, think of that dear school; try hard to remember it. Close your eyes if you need to (or open them and look around if you are still there!).....and this week, try your hand at writing an alma mater for your beloved school.

Alma mater ..... that would be very loosely translated : school song. (The phrase can also refer to your beloved school.)
If several of you share the same school, you have several options. You can put your heads together to come up with a good song, you can each write a verse, or you can each write a song. You can put it to music if you like, although you'll have to figure out a way to share the tune with us. You can still write it if you've already graduated (or, uh, flunked out). If by chance you want to write one for a non-home school you've attended (college or any other school), even if they already have one, you can make up one of your own. If you've already written one for your school, we'd love to hear it! Or maybe you want to save that for a time when you can spend more time to make it perfect. No problem, just come up with a fun one for now.

Your song can be serious or silly, but make it something that shows the special-ness of your school. It can be long or short. This is not meant to be an act of worship for your school, but it is a kind of tribute, through which you can bring tears to the eyes of the singer.... or make them giggle as they remember. Whatever. It's your song.

(By the way, any home school teachers reading this post, you don't have to go back through the halls of time and write about the school you went to - unless you want to. You can work on one - alone or with help - for the place where you teach, or have taught. And if everyone in your family prefers to work alone, it's perfectly all right if we end up with 5 alma maters for the Podunk Home Academy of Flexible Learning. Or whatever your school is called.)


As an example, I researched alma maters & found a web site where some people were discussing writing them.
Here's a clip -- and someone called Southport Jim's brief and rather cute attempt. Please excuse his use of the "s" word below ; it's pretty much a no-no at our house : )


Conrats!! :D My high school had a terribly stupid alma mater . . .
High school Alma Maters are SUPPOSED to be terribly stupid...it's an incentive to graduate and go off to college so you never have to hear it again!
Worked pretty well for me...


"All hail to thee our high school,

Our hats are off to thee,

Forever you will find us,

Deedle de de deedle dee!"

Go BULLDAWGS!
;-)
(http://www.northernsounds.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-38304.html)

If you want, you can also research some real ones to get a feel for them. But remember to make it yours. Make it something that brings your school -- or the people who attend/teach/ live there -- to mind.

Happy singing..... I'd better go find my Kleen-ex box.

5 comments:

Dee Dee said...

From the wood
To the garden
Through the house that stood between
Life was good
When school was startin'
And all our tender buds were green.

Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and
Happy home.
Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and
Happy home.

Saxon books
In the school room
Bore the marks of younger tots
And the floor
Was strewn with pencils
Every day, 'cause they just dropped.

Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and happy home.
Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and happy home.

Every day
We did our journals
Or we didn't, lots of days.
Later on
We still read them
In their faded pencil grays.

Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and happy home.
Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and happy home.

Spreading tree
And swaying porch swings
Places where we went to hide
So our brains
Could breathe a little
Till Mom made us come inside.

Woodfront, Woodfront,
Humble school and happy home.
Would that you would
Ever linger
In our hearts
Though... far.... we... roam.

(Okay Woodfront-ians and Woodfront alumni, you can add some verses to that if you want!!)

Catherine said...

His Learning Place
Was a place of learning
More often than not
But sometimes we'd break
And let all school drop

The closer drew summer
The more slack we became
Until the more we skipped
And the pages we flipped
We'd have no summer to enjoy!

The Blog Marm said...

: )

The Blog Marm said...

Oops, for those of you who don't know, Why It's Mom = Blog Marm. I accidentally signed in with the wrong account....

Anonymous said...

Living Waters Elementary
Living Waters Middle Grades
Living Waters Senior High
May our memories never fade
Wherever we may wander
Wherever we may rest
May we always remember
That we are...
blessed, blessed blessed!

(Blest ???)

Cathy S