Thursday, April 30, 2009
I, Mrs. Scribe, work as the Newspaper Adviser at Our Humble High School. Our student-run paper is totally self-supporting. It receives not a dime from Principal Man, Superintendent Man, nor any other persons in charge of dinero for Our Humble School District.
Hence, my cherubs sell ads. These moderately priced advertisements are well-received by the local business community, which feels it is getting a great deal plus loves supporting the local high school. The money my students earn, in turn, goes to pay for computer & camera equipment, as well as for the printing of the paper every 2 weeks. Pretty "hands on" life lesson, ain't it?
Students are required to sell 1 ad per quarter to qualify for an "A" in the newspaper production class. Most students fulfill this obligation, no problema. Some students, however, choose to bypass the business community & go straight to good ol' Mom & Dad, who purchase the ad instead. Smells a tad like they're buying a grade, but whatever works for them.
When students bring in an ad financed by Mommy & Daddy, I generally rib them. After all, one of the reasons the cherubs sell ads is to learn responsibility. But I'm never mean. I'm never cruel.
On the day in question addressed in the following e-mail, I had already gently teased a half a dozen of the lazy buggers. The student in question, whose Mommy chose to spew venom & vitriol in a nasty screed to Mrs. Scribe, is a senior in high school. She's 18. She's been my student for 4 years. We've always been cordial. She's a really smart kid. And she always gets an "A," because Mommy buys it every quarter.
So sit back, relax, & enjoy. The run-on sentences, fact errors, atrocious punctuation & off-the-charts hyperbole have not been added for effect. Walk a moment in my shoes. It's pretty amusing, sometimes.
[My daughter] was very, very upset when she came home from school today. When I asked her what was wrong, she let me know that you said;
"I can't believe that you got into such good schools because you are so lazy". This is not the first time my daughter's have told me of insulting things that you have said to and about them but, I have had enough of this type of behavior. I have higher expectations than that for any adult and certainly for any staff of [Our Humble] high school. So that we have it clear, I accompanied [my daughter] to seven different places in order for them to place an Ad in the [school newspaper], but due to the current economic conditions, it was not surprising that no one was interested in an Ad for $40 plus. I know that the criteria for an "A" in your class is that you must sell an Ad every semester, and [my daughter] did her best to fulfill that obligation. To relieve any stress I choose to buy an Ad... My attempt to alleviate [my daughter's] stress and time constraints were futile since you felt it necessary to degrade my child once again. I do not presume to know what it is like to walk in your shoes, and you have know idea what it is like to walk in her shoes. In the future I would ask you to please treat her with the respect she deserves as I expect her to do the same with you.
I'm guessing Mom Gone Wild is not much of a Scribe Fan, huh? Guess she's perturbed from shelling out $480 ($40 per quarter x 12) the last 3 years (no ad sales requirements in Intro to Journalism, thank goodness!) to acquire an "A" for her little girl. In an elective, which means nobody's forcing her to be there.
Wonder if Mommy plans to go to college next year, too.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Mrs. Scribe has never done a movie review in this space, unless, perhaps, you count the nod to "Christmas Family Vacation" that ran last November. Oh, & don't forget the back-to-back Peanuts & "Napoleon Dynamite" mentions in December.
So, I guess one could say I haven't done an "official" film critique...until today. That's because I didn't go to see "State of Play" until last weekend.
To paraphrase the crusty stereotype of reporter, played by Russell Crowe, "That's what you call a damned fine movie."
The tale offers two stories for the price of one. There's the congressman plus reporter plus young Capitol Hill staffer plus the newsroom rookie angle. Then there's the newspaper going down the toilet scenario.
Weave them together with intrigue & top the whole thing off with 4 murders and 3 really sleazy performances by Ben Affleck, Jason Bateman & Jeff Daniels, & you've got a thriller cum periodical tribute piece that's really worth watching.
Mrs. Scribe wishes she had more thumbs to raise in praise of performances by Russell Crowe & Rachel McAdams, although I have to say I still have a difficult time getting past McAdams' 2004 turn as Regina George in "Mean Girls." I keep waiting for her to wiggle her butt when she walks...
And I was thoroughly mesmerized by Helen Mirren's spot-on interpretation of the crazy-sexy-cool Editor who just wants to get the damned paper out, & save a few economic backsides at the same time. She's playing a role that we've seen reprised again & again in film over the years (think Glenn Close in "The Paper," only more direct & much nicer). Heck, I've even seen this role reprised in newsrooms a time or two!
Anyway, you should see this flick. It's great on intrigue, creepy in just the right spots, irreverent as hell & just plain Good Ol' Amercan Newspaper Fun. Make sure you stay for the entire show, though. I guarantee that the Hitchcockian ending will leave you in a pleasant puzzled puddle.
Monday, April 27, 2009
"The most successful blogs are the ones that are able to generate the most conversation," Michelle writes in her intro. She then takes the reader thru 24 chapters that cover the range of blogging, from Getting Started, to Getting Organized, to Getting Noticed.
It's no coincidence that I started writing more in the first person, referring to myself with the occasional personal pronoun, & less in the third person, although I still refer to myself as "Mrs. Scribe" from time to time, 'cause that's who I am, after all!
So I got funky with Google's Keyword Tool, & came up with a Tag that pretty much sums up the journey that this blog & I have made together over the past year: "Lessons learned in the classroom & beyond." It so goes with the blog's title, don't you think? And while I was at it, I re-did the whole Header, to emphasize my message, I hope. Or, at least, to class up this space a little.
And finally, y'all, there's the reason that Mrs. Scribe keeps putting herself out there, day after day. I consider Mrs. Scribe Recommends to be more than a Blog Roll. It's a testament to the give-and-take we're engaged in here in cyberspace. Consider these links my gift to you. I also think this method will help me in keeping my Blog Roll current. We'll see, anyway.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
He'd start at one end of the 5-blog-long street, placing one heel deliberately in front of his opposing toes, & so on, & so forth. When he got close to the ocean, he'd cross the street, & head back up from whence he came.
Oh & BTW...he hummed a little open-ended tune, of indistinct origin, as he walked. And we think he had the parasol to deflect the Saturday Nite crowd's gazes of amazement.
This snap intrigues me because there's so much going on. The Vision in Pink, the reflective tape on his running shoes, the plastic chair, the little girl, who's also wearing pink, the whatever spilled on the sidewalk, the tights, the parasol...
OK, Scribe Fans. You know what to do, right? Take a gander at this Superior Snap. Then Conjur a Caption for Said Snap. Tippy-tap your Creative Caption in the Comments section of this post.
That's all there is to it it! You won't win anything tangible for your efforts...this week, anyway. But you will earn Mrs. Scribe's undying affection & amazing awe. And what could be better than that?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Yes, he heard a different drummer.
Ella Numera Dos & I were talking yesterday about her friend Jordan, who died unexpectedly on Thursday.
Even though they'd known each other almost all their young lives, "We hung out a lot in 9th grade & before," she reminded me. He went a different way after that.
Taking part in 6-Word Saturday, which is brought to you by Cate at Show My Face. This snap is from Acolyte Appreciation Sunday at our church 2 years ago. Numera Dos is front-and-center; Jordan is in the back row, in the shadows on the right.
The English Teacher in me wants to share the whole quote from Henry David Thoreau with you:
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I'm not talking about a revolution, but a quiet uprising against one of the most overused computer fonts...Comic Sans.
First things first. Not sure why Softpedia produced the graphic, above. But it pretty much covers the argument for eliminating Comic Sans from typography, as we know it.
Second things second. I come from a long line of "Old School" journalistas. I freakin' studied typography in college. The digital revolution...which started with PCs and has spread in so many different directions since then...has cheapened typography, in a way.
It's just too dang easy these days to have "fun with fonts," as they say. Like the folks who go crazy with clutter, in writing, in words, in their lives. They favor the quantity over quality argument, and standards be damned!
When I studied typefaces, ranging from Bookman to New Century to Bodoni & beyond, typography was an art. I think it still is, in places. But Comic Sans, apparently invented 15 years ago by a Microsoft Geek, makes this whole font business seem tawdry in a way.
There's a reason Times New Roman has that particular appelation. Ever heard of that Old Gray Lady, The New York Times? Bodoni, used in many newspaper headlines to this day, first surfaced in 18th-Century Italian books published by the font's creator, Giambattista Bodoni; an offshoot, Poster Bodoni, communicates the "Mama Mia!" message on Broadway posters, according to Wikipedia.
Emily Steel, writing in the online Wall Street Journal, says Comic Sans was designed to look like comic book lettering.
"The jolly typeface has spawned the Ban Comic Sans movement, nearly a decade old but stronger now than ever, thanks to the Web," Steel writes in her article, entitled "Typeface Inspired by Comic Books Has Become a Font of Ill Will."
The mission of the Ban Comic Sans movement is "to eradicate this font," Steel says in her article. Detractors claim that using Comic Sans in any publication is "analogous to showing up for a black-tie event in a clown costume," she reports.
OK, Comic Sans is seen by some as fun. It's light. It's bubbly. But overused. I reckon I don't have enough time to join any kind of movement, especially one dedicated to the way folks shape their messages in print. But I can urge you to try another avenue.
One uses words to create meaning. The argument can be made that a silly clown font might detract from that meaning. Think about it.
Editor's Note: Yet another of Mrs. Scribe's contributions to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge: 435 words.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Cate at Show My Face is celebrating Earth Day, too. Plus, she's got a environmentally friendly giveaway goin' on!
So much has changed over the years, as far as environmental awareness is concerned. But there's so much to do. Honor Thy Mother, OK?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
In today's post, 30 is not an ending; it's a beginning. Mr. Fairway & Mrs. Scribe said their vows on April 21, 1979, when the world, natch, was very young. And we were, too.
An interesting point, if you're planning a wedding: Mr. F. did not bestow wallets or even Swiss Army Knives upon his groomsmen. He took them to the Fort Worth Stockyards & had them outfitted in style. Gossips opined at the time that Mrs. Scribe's Mama was slightly perturbed, because all the good wedding snaps included at least one of these fetching sombreros.
For those of you who are keeping track, April 21st is also San Jacinto Day. The anniversary of the final battle of the Texas War for Independence. A holiday in the Lone Star State. So either way, you can celebrate: Just eat a combination platter at Ninfa's, top it off with a Killer Margarita, & you're all set.
Monday, April 20, 2009
So much has changed since April 20, 1999.
Our Humble High School regularly performs lockdown drills, featuring local SWAT Teams. And while we haven't gone to metal detectors yet, Superintendent Man is considering security cameras at campuses thruout the district.
We've had a few "incidents," as the Powers That Be call them, at OHHS since Columbine. The kid who brought an unloaded revolver to school in his backpack, with ammunition on the side. Fortunately, he told someone he had it. Kid was gone by the end of first period.
Then there was the junior in a trenchcoat, who said he hated everybody. Turns out he had a collection of knives...including a Bowie Knife...sewn into the lining of his coat. Kid set a record for rapid expulsion. We haven't seen him since.
One crazy kid set off a bomb near the cafeteria right before school started. Molotov Cocktail variety. We spent a sunny May day in the football stadium. We returned to class the next day.
One idiot slapped homemade signs on the doors of the school one morning. They all said basically the same thing: "Lives are at steak." The SWAT Team & the Bomb Squad responded to that one. No bomb, no knives, no gun was ever found. No perpetrator charged, either.
And then this year, a young adult with no ties to the school arrived outside the main gym to settle a score. He flashed his piece. Turned out it was sawed-off BB gun. Dude's in jail now.
We've even had "comic relief" terror at OHHS, if you want to call it that. Young woman left an art project on top of her car. It was one of those "free form," "found items" deals...full of wires & batteries & cans & nails. Somebody saw this concoction & reported a bomb in the student parking lot. The County Bomb Squad responded to that one, complete with bomb-sniffing dogs & a robot. We all got a kick out of watching the mechanical beast hunt down its prey. And then we laughed...more from relief than from amusement...when the coast was cleared.
Folks will be talking about the 10th anniversary of the Columbine shootings today at school, for sure. So, it was with that in mind that I watched this heartwarming story on the news last nite.
5 Columbine survivors have returned to their suburban Denver school to teach. Where once they were cowering in classrooms, they now are at the helm of those classrooms. Where once they & their friends huddled together under the library tables to avoid Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold, they now take their classes to the library for research projects.
These 5, in my mind, demonstrate a strength of constitution & of character that I don't think I possess. I salute them & their mission. A teacher's place is with his students.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
You know what to do, Scribe Fans. Take a gander at this Superior Snap. Conjure a Creative Caption, and tippy-type Said Caption real quick-like in the Comments Section of this post.
What do you get for your trouble? Nothing tangible, this week. Just Mrs. Scribe's undying admiration & affection. Plus a chance to make us smile, or even guffaw a tad. And the promise of more prizes to come. Just ask Richie.
Editor's Note: Today is the last day to enter Scribbit's April Write-Away Contest. This month's topic is "Moms."
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Today's 6 words involve the
Friday, April 17, 2009
We English teachers, however, keep our senses of humor, even in the face of the most daunting odds. Here's the grammar rule:
But people are always "fewer" in number. No such thing as "less" people!
Wish I could make up a little rhyme, in a Candid Carrie-ish kinda way. Maybe I'll work on that.
Yes, this isn't a photo, but I'm playing along with Candid Carrie & her Friday Foto Finish Fiesta anyway. So there!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The surprise & jubilation of that morning quickly morphed to shock & deep, deep sadness as we heard the news. A lunatic had shot a couple of students down at Virginia Tech University. Two students became 10. Ten students became 20+. When all was said & done, 33 lay dead on the Tech campus, including the gunman.
Our Humble High School is one of many "feeder"schools to VA Tech. In any given year, we send up to 50+ grads down to the picturesque Blacksburg campus, nestled in the Appalachian foothills near Roanoke. As one of my colleagues said a couple of days after the Tech shootings, "We're definitely a Hokie campus."
Springtime will never be the same at Our Humble High School.
About 250 of our grads were enrolled at VA Tech on April 16, 2007. One of them was Leslie Sherman, who graduated from OHHS in 2005, and had just celebrated her 20th birthday.
Leslie's laugh was infectious, her enthusiasm even more so. She loved life and, clichés aside, lived it beyond the fullest. As a Washington Post tribute said of this effusive, exciting young woman, "She was the unofficial team cheerleader, whatever the team."
Leslie ran cross country and track. She had finished the Marine Corps Marathon the previous October, & had her sites set on NYC the following fall. She never took one of my classes, but I knew her quite well. Leslie spent the better part of her 4 years in high school "dining" during lunch in my classroom, with her cross country buddies who worked on the newspaper & yearbook staffs.
Leslie also loved...and lived for...her friends. I remember where Leslie sat each day, at the table near the blackboard on the left-hand side of the room. I remember her laugh. I remember a happy kid., with a heart that was big enough for everyone.
One of Leslie's favorite things to do as a high school student was to grab her camera on a beautiful Spring day and record snap after snap...of trees in bloom, of the paddleboats down at the Tidal Basin, of the stern but sensitive countenance of Mr. Lincoln down at the DC Memorial dedicated in his name.
Another of Leslie's passions was languages. She had just about mastered French, & wanted to tackle Russian. She was silly, but serious, too. She liked to quote Forrest Gump. And her kindness was legendary.
Leslie was in her French classroom at Tech, on the second floor of Norris Hall, when she died. She was one of 32 victims in the deadliest shooting by a lone gunman in this nation's history. Her family, her friends, her classmates, her teachers, still remember her.
Every Spring, we will pay tribute Leslie Sherman. We will neVer forgeT.
Yet another April entry in the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 511 words.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
When her peeps said something about
"taking a poll," this wasn't what
Ms. Honey Bunny had in mind.
Monday, April 13, 2009
10. ...You give up your daily Decaf Grande Skim Latte for Lent, & pop on over to resume your fix right after Early Easter Church lets out.
9. ...You arrive at your neighborhood Starbucks right after Early Easter Church lets out & the barrista still knows your name, even after a 46-day absence.
8. ...You are proud that you've been making it to school fairly early in the morning during the Lenten Season, but have no worries about future tardiness, even though you have to work your morning Starbuck Stop back into your routine again.
7. ...You down that Decaf Grande Skim Latte after a 46-day absence, yet fail to wipe the milk moustache off your upper lip right away because you're feeling so satisfied.
6. ...You don't hesitate to shell out the $3.62 for your Decaf Grande Skim Latte, even though your subconscious slightly registers that this is an exhorbitant amount to pay for a cup of coffee, especially if it's decaf.
5. ...You briefly speculate if decaf really contains some caffeine, but immediately relegate that thought to your subconscious because your first Decaf Grande Skim Latte after a 46-day absence knows just how to satisfy.
4. ...You feel a new sense of urgency & energy. Your deep subconscious briefly registers that decaf must contain some caffeine, after all.
3. ...You sit down to type your Monday post on a Sunday afternoon, feeling a new sense of clarity & contentment. Please see Numbers 5 & 4.
2. ...You type your brilliant Monday post, all the while debating going out & snagging another Decaf Grande Skim Latte, at the exhorbitant cost of $3.62.
1. ...You're really proud of the $164.68 you saved during the 46 days you went Decaf Grande Skim Latte-less, but nevertheless seem to be getting back in the habit again. Can you say Stimulus Package?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Your Humble Scribe has always been fascinated by Peeps. You know, the unnaturally colored marshmallow treats traditionally available just in time for the Easter Bunny to pop into all those baskets?
Sounds like the makings of a contest, don't it?
Unlike my previous adventures into Giveaway Land (Click Here & Here for more details), today's Silly Sunday Sweepstakes celebrates the season in a unique...but also funny, stale & très chic at the same time...fashion. Here's all ya gotta do to be a Winner!
Those of you who are Sx3 Regulars know the drill. Take a gander at this Superior Snap, brought to you courtesy of KYCK-FM in Grand Forks, ND (I know...only a radio station, right?). Then Conjur a Caption for Said Snap, and tippy-type it in the Comments Section of this post.
And what do you get for your trouble? If you're the Grand Prize Winner, Mrs. Scribe promises to go to her local mart & purchase a variety of Post-Easter Peeps for your dining pleasure! And to sweeten the pot all the more, she'll throw in the beautiful hardcover edition of Alexander von Solodkoff's Masterpieces from the House of Fabergé. This stunning collection of photos, essays, historical notes & commentary captures the era of those beautiful baubles made by Peter Carl Fabergé for the likes of Russian Czar Nicholas II.
The Winner...deemed funniest caption in the bunch...will be selected by Mr. Fairway. So hurry, quick like a bunny, & enter your caption today...don't delay! And Happy Easter, y'all!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Weeping Cherry Tree in front of my house has been doing a striptease, of sorts, this past week.
Last Saturday, she was in full bloom. But a combo of Fickle Spring Weather (70s one day; 40s the next, followed by wind, then rain, then sun, then rain, then wind) & the advancing of the season has sent these delicate blossoms on their merry way for now.
Walking a little stooped over after a mega-session with several flower beds yesterday. Think I'll take a break this a.m. (well, it's pouring, anyway!) & wait for the sun to come out before I start up again. 6-Word Saturday, natch, is brought to you each week by Cate at Show My Face.
Is everyone ready for Easter? Mrs. Scribe is celebrating in High Style, with an Easter-Themed Silly Sunday Sweepstakes...featuring Peeps & a Real Prize. So don't forget to tune in!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Playing along today, as I do every Friday, with Candid Carrie & her Friday Foto Finish Fiesta. Hope the Bunny hops your way on Sunday!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
"Next year in Our Humble School District," the Cherub wrote, "one elementary school, one middle school and one high school will have the opportunity to experiment with one of tits best possible advances in the school system. iTouches will be lent to the select students for daily use in school."
"The iTouch would revolutionize school," she posits. Well, of course it would. Especially if the tits, mentioned above, are involved. With the iTouches, you see. OK, I think you get it!
BTW, the little birdie pictured in the snap above is called a Willow Tit. Courtesy of Surfbirds News.
Somehow, I'm feeling vindcated for January's post about the Christmas Breasts...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
This Cherub wants to be Newspaper Editor. Contemplate her dulcet tones. But first let me explain a few of the more arcane references.
Gourmet Foods is the lame-o home ec elective. If a Cherub doesn't perform well on staff, I often suggest said Journalista enroll in Gourmet Foods, instead. I think I've explained the Yuck List before, but the Black List is all the folks who've already been quoted too many times in a given school year. The Beat Book is the running list of good story ideas, which the Journalistas must contribute to every week. And Luis & Divya are 2 boys on the staff this year. They spend a lot of time talking sports, so we tease them about being a "couple."
I'd say this is enough to make Shakespeare sit up an take notice. Wouldn't you?
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I took this Superior Snap on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial. A gaggle of gals from a Lakeland, FLA high school dance team, in town for the Cherry Blossom Parade & other festivities, was resting up in the shadow of Our Nation's 3rd Prez. All of them were gabbing & generally hanging out, except for this one sleepy chica, who decided it was time for a Power Nap.
I was taken with the juxtaposition of colors & accoutrements on the granite steps. Dance tights & satin jacket; hot-pink skirt & T-shirt drapped nonchalantly over the face. Black nylon accessories tote doubles as a pillow, of sorts. Particularly adore the artfully placed Mickey D's bag & the carelessly flung left hand. She looks like she's really asleep, doesn't she?
You know what to do, Scribe Fans! Take a gander at this Superior Snap. Conjure a Caption for Said Snap, and tippy-type it, real quick-like, in the comments section of this post. Of course, you won't win anything tangible this time around. Care Bear tapped me out on my Blogoversary Sx3 last week. But you will win Mrs. Scribe's admiration & approbation. What could be better than that?
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Clockwise, from above left: Tour buses, galore, compete with the approximately 3,750 trees that line this storied venue; the delicate blossoms, up close & personal; hoards of tourists don't even spoil the view; the Jefferson Memorial peeks thru the branches; a rescue helicopter hovers over a couple of paddle boaters...false alarm, thank goodness; the obligatory Don's John offers some of the comforts of home; the view across the Tidal Basin & the Potomac to Virginia; the ramrod-straight Washington Monument competes with twisting tree trunks; a branch bursting with blossoms; Mr. Jefferson's Memorial from a different view.
And don't forget the Center Snaps: Watch out for those low-slung branches; Bob Ryan, the local weather-dude, talks to tourists from Seattle before executing his evening news standup.
I know I've said it before, but now it's official: Happy Spring, y'all! This festive display is brought to you by Candid Carrie & her Friday Foto Finish Fiesta
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I firmly believe it’s never too early to begin exposing younger students to the future and the possibility of college. I want them to understand that preparation begins in elementary school in order to obtain the proper foundation for later studies in middle school and in high school. I generally begin by showing them actual textbooks from middle and high school. If you haven’t lifted a high school history text in the last few years, I encourage you to do so, but be careful you don’t pull a muscle. Those suckers are thick and heavy. My nine- and ten-year-old students are often amazed at the “stuff” found in the texts, and by passing them around the room the door is opened for me to share what the future holds and why attending to their studies now will make adding more material in the future that much easier.
We also discuss college early in the year as well. Sites like
If you are a regular reader around here you are well aware that I’m dead up into the history of….well….the history of EVERYTHING. I like to show students that even schools of higher learning have a history and some pretty amazing facts can be gleaned by reading the history of a school. So, I pass around a hat and everyone draws out a slip of paper with the name of a college written on it.
Since it’s the beginning of the year, researching the history of a college is fairly simple since it is usually given at the college Web site. This affords me the opportunity to discuss my Internet rules, discover who is computer savvy and who is not, and we begin to hone our Internet research skills we will be using all year long.
Yes, I’ve predetermined the names of schools students will research. I’ve done this on purpose. I’m familiar with the history of each school, and I’ve chosen the schools because their history is fairly interesting and not just the same old story…..somebody who is now dead thought a community needed a college and blah, blah, blah… does not make my cut of interesting history.
Some colleges that make the cut for my project are:
We usually round out the reporting process by drawing the school mascots and pennants using the school’s colors for a bulletin board display along with the student’s reports.
The picture with this post is the famous Georgia Arch from the University of Georgia campus.