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No homecoming for me

Last night was homecoming at the inner city school where I spent over a third of my life. It’s a culmination of a week of activities at school with dress-up days, noontime games, and a king and queen campaign. Anyone who works in a high school anywhere in America knows the routine by heart. Friday night is the parade and the big football game. It’s always football. I hate football.

For four years in the 90s I was a class adviser, an unpaid, extra duty job that involved huge amounts of work with, for me, some great kids. Not every adviser is lucky enough to have great kids. I could tell you stories, but I won’t. We started each year by building a homecoming float. Unbelievable. Amount. of. WORK. As well as confusion, chaos, and all the sundry emotions that go along with high school kids. As freshmen, my class won the float competition, which is usually won by the seniors. We got our comeuppance in the senior year–we lost. Mainly because we didn’t have a “float” but rather three vintage Chevrolets that we used for a Grease performance. Everyone thought we were terrific but not the judges.

After 1999 I thought I was done with homecoming, and then I took over the yearbook. Homecoming is a BIG deal in the yearbook. The week’s activities, the royalty, the parade, the game. It all gets covered. But, by whom? Guess? Yep, the yearbook adviser and her husband were at every homecoming game for the next ten years, up to and including last year. I always tried to make it fun by chatting with all the parade participants, the parents, the coaches, the alumni who came to check out the new kids. For a few years I tried to sell yearbooks from a table I set up near the entrance gates. I got lots of gawkers and talkers, but few buyers. In all those years I think I sold five books from that little table.

Last year's homecoming

My husband spent the evening on the field taking photos of everything that happened down there. I took pictures of the stands and crowds. My yearbook students? They took pictures of themselves. They always thought those were the best shots and should have prominence on the homecoming spread in the yearbook.

So, last night was homecoming, and for the first time in 14 years, I was some place else.

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It’s been 10 years

In 1996 my daughter graduated from high school and went to another state to attend college.  I knew this was coming and that I would having a problem filling the void in my life.  So I volunteered to sponsor the class of 2000.

As a class sponsor, you get these kids when they are freshmen and usher them through their high school years, doing all the social things that are required, like homecoming, dances, and finally, graduation.  There is no extra pay, no budget, and just lots and lots of responsibility.  As you can guess, there is no line of people chomping at the bit to do this job.

For four years I rounded up kids to run for office, held meetings, built homecoming floats, planned dances, ordered t-shirts, and finally, in 2000, walked with them on the stage at graduation.  Whew, I was done.  I had lots of memories and a file cabinet full of minutes, receipts, and photo albums.

As I ‘m cleaning out file cabinets in planning my leave, I find all these Class of 2000 memorabilia and wonder what to do with it.  This is their 10 year reunion year, should they decide to have one.  One of my very best workers now works at Target and she often fills me in on what other class members are doing.  She wants to plan a reunion, and if anyone can pull it off, it’s this girl.  She worked every dance and planned baccalaureate.  She is an organizer at heart.

This morning I met her at work and handed over one of the big photo albums, the one of the 1999 prom that my kids put on.  Over 600 students attended, and it was a very big success.  My current students often looked at that album and wondered why the dances aren’t as good as back then.  Back then?  Seems like it was just last year.  I know that Desiree will take good care of the album and share it with others.  I told her that there are more pictures and whatnot at school and she is welcome to any of it.

I hope they have a reunion.  I would like to attend and see what they can do now that they are all grown up and don’t need Mrs. Zody to ramrod the whole thing.

What do you have to show for it?

Homecoming was last week.  I assigned the multimedia students to take photos of all the events for the week, and using the text I gave them about the event, design a brochure using the pictures that would appeal to  8th grade students.  The could share photos if they wanted, and could use PhotoShop methods to make the pictures even more interesting.

Today I printed out their work.  I am going to have them make corrections and redo the brochures.  That is, the 11 out of 27 students who actually turned in work.  For the most part, they just sat there, staring at their computers this past week.  Too few took pictures.  Too few care about homecoming,  or any extracurricular activity, for that matter.  Too few have much creative spirit.

Last year, the first time I made this assignment, I had no previous work to show the students, but they got the idea and worked hard on it.  Of course, I had Academy students, football players, and cheerleaders in the multimedia classes.  They had buy-in.  They cared about the activity and wanted to show off their pictures and their creativity.  I showed their brochures to this year’s classes so as to motivate them.  I think it worked better when I had nothing to show.

More homecoming shenanigans

Although I do not dress up for homecoming, my partner in crime does.  Thursday was 80s day, and she went through her closet to come up with the appropriate attire.  Check it out to see what she wore.  Hey, you put this stuff on the web, it’s just gotta be shared.

Crazy clothes day

Today was the first day of Homecoming Week and the theme was crazy socks day.  I didn’t wear any crazy socks, but when I came home, exhausted after working for two hours on faculty photos for the yearbook and still not done, I put my shirt on inside-out.  It was only when my husband came in from mowing the lawn did he point it out.  Oh well, by then I had been that way for over a half hour.  Why change.  Maybe that can be a theme day next year–wear everything inside out.