Kakos' 4th Hour

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

I Hear Arapahoe Singing


Create your own verse of "I Hear Arapahoe Singing." You may follow Whitman's tone or alter it to fit your own perception of daily life at Arapahoe, but please maintain Whitman's free verse and overall style. The first line of the poem is "I hear Arapahoe singing," and the rest of the poem is up to you. Hint: Start your line with "Those, "The," or "Each." Be sure to read the verses your classmates have written before posting your own in order to avoid repeating each other. Publish ONE verse only, not an entire poem.
[Note: Whitman's original "I Hear America Singing" can be found on page 352.]

26 Comments:

Blogger collinm said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the frantic disfunction I hear,
Those of students, each one shouting their stories excitedly and far from calm.
The teachers yelling hers while trying to establish control.
The principal mumbling his as he brags about his school, or the students in the school.
Each contributing what comes from them and no one else,
Singing together to create a whole.

2:40 PM  
Blogger AleF said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the warm cacophony I hear,
The melodious, wholehearted belting of the band practicing out on the field,
Those geese still grazing on the field's fringes honking at the disturbance,
The ribald calls of the athletes and coaches, spurring each other on into frenzy,
The cheerleaders inside the cafeteria, blasting pop music and honing their shouts to work the athletes into even further madness,
The club members and the onlookers, contributing to all this with laughter and loud talk of their own,
Each singing their tune into a single song
And making it somehow beautiful.

2:57 PM  
Blogger JacobW said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the varied carols I hear,
That of Ms. Kakos, singing hers to the eager ear,

The Kenneth singing his, doing his very best,
The Rob singing his, while receiving a 43 on his history test,

2:58 PM  
Blogger JeffN said...

Jacob. Your post is exeptionally humerous. Just so you know.

I hear Arapahoe singing, the immense distress I hear,
The students studying their impossible chemistry, trying to make sense of it all;
The pencils grinding on top the scantron, as no one wants to be there;
The swimmers punching the water, splishing and splashing it goes;
The snoring and snoozing and crazy dreams, and then getting up to do it all again.

3:32 PM  
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3:32 PM  
Blogger Caylab said...

I hear Arapahoe singing as the girls giggle and the boys puff up, producing the musical known as "High School Drama."

4:31 PM  
Blogger lindzd said...

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4:43 PM  
Blogger lindzd said...

"I hear Arapahoe singing... with cleverness and wit, yes Arapahoe has grit."

4:45 PM  
Blogger KerryL1005 said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the yearbookers stressed out from journalism, that little click of the keys,
i hear the basketball players dribbling to a specific melody.
I hear the student's music, walking down the halls, blasting from their ipods, bouncing off the walls.

5:13 PM  
Blogger Caitlino said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
the shouts of recognition from one person to another,
I hear the athletes everywhere, swimmers with the ring of excitement in their voice,
I hear the shoes clicking down the hall,the many people all huddled near the walls.

6:06 PM  
Blogger SuzanneC said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the unique songs I hear;
The administrators loud and clear, making new rules for all, adding a seventh hour to the day, to everyone's dismay.

6:20 PM  
Blogger Cayleigh B said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
The constant yells echo down our new walls;
The Mr. Booth comes on the intercom, his voice big, strong but a little long;
A teacher yells at kids down the hall that are speaking too loud;
Each tired face walks down the hall, silently nodding to a friend across the sea of heads;
The whole school has different cliques, but we each sing a song;
Each separate song combines into a blissful melody.
I hear Arapahoe singing,
And i just realized that am not very good at writing poems.

6:38 PM  
Blogger CaitlinZ said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
The seniors' loud and enthusiastic chant;
The juniors' exhausted and booming drawl,
The sophomores' moody and irritated mumble,
And the Freshmen's high-pitched, squeaky whisper.

7:04 PM  
Blogger Robn said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
The clink of the money that the librarians are using to buy lattes after their ALIS project fundraiser,
Those Ale Fresches, extolling demons and threatening to "warp" children,
Each Jacob and Jeff, washing Ms. Kakos' car, mowing her lawn, doing her taxes and grades;
Those emo kids, trying to prove they are different by dressing the same;
Each person filling his role.

7:08 PM  
Blogger Sean P. said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
The teachers their tired calls echoing through the halls,
The students their hope bleeding through their dieing song,
The administrators’ strict voices confining their own souls,
The rest of the staff, their melancholy tone confined by their boss' grip.

7:18 PM  
Blogger Sarah B said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the loudness rings my ears,
Those unique students, trying to stand out of the pack,
Each student has their own scent, each song that they sing,
Yet the students are one in the same, each singing to the beat of their heart.

7:26 PM  
Blogger Ms. Kakos said...

The smile of Ms. Kakos as she dreams of a life in which the library gives her copy machine profits and she actually owns a lawn...

7:55 PM  
Blogger KatieC said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
a song many others seem to share,
a routine a routine a routine,
all packed tightly, enclosed, wrapped and trapped inside the man.
All for the future,
a future steadily rising to us,
where our lives will all be measured, held by, and based upon, those four years.

9:30 PM  
Blogger JocelynH said...

Sorry, I had blog issues before 9...

I hear Arapahoe singing, the chatter of the students,
The freshmen thinking they're all cool, being at a new school,
The sophomores all excited, just to get a car,
The juniors think they're on the top,
The seniors show class pride.

9:32 PM  
Blogger meganJ said...

I hear the students of Arapahoe singing, each group their own designated song...
I hear the hard honor students sing their song of earnest hope for thier future...
I hear the perky Toms sing-song chant gladly cheering us on...
i hear the determined song of the sports players of AHS singing just one more test then it's out of this jail to breathe the air and the field...
I hear the teachers lost among a sea of students sing out their knowledge in hopes that someone will care...
I hear the drone of Mr. Booth's voice as it sings through the loud speaker, urging us all to be clones...
And i hear the voice of people like me sing out that they just want to make it through, one more breath, one more day, one more month, one more school year - if only to be able to sing out a glorious halleluijah when the first day of summer arrives!!

9:47 PM  
Blogger Matt Coming said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, but I can’t understand a word
I’m half asleep, I cannot think, and my homework’s left half- done
Those I pass in the hall offer a greeting, but my mind wanders still not thinking
I know not time nor care of place
But I know I’m meeting Arapahoe face to face

9:50 PM  
Blogger jacksonb said...

I hear Arapahoe singing,
The drawing teacher's song is
boring,
The algebra teacher's song is
amusing,
The chemistry teacher's song is
confusing,
The english teacher's song is
amazing,
The history teacher's song is annoying,
All of the songs combined create one harmonious melody that belongs to the school of Arapahoe.

7:59 AM  
Blogger kerstinm3 said...

I hear Arapahoe singing the robust chant of another long day gone by
Each student and teacher anxious to break free and do it all over the next day
The teacher singing to her class to sit down and be quiet
The students singing their disobedient song
Both go hand in hand
Once that loud ring is heard, they all disappear
At least the one's who choose to

2:39 PM  
Blogger nathank2 said...

I hear Arapahoe singing
I hear the honors kids fretting
The athletes are strong
The smart hands raised in the air
The shy ones drop under the desk in hopes of remaining unseen
The copy machine is backed up with work for the students that day
The bell system rings and the herd of kids stampede to the next class
The day is over and the next day begins
The only hope a short lived weekend

6:15 PM  
Blogger kennethf said...

I hear Arapahoe singing, in a varied chorus I hear,
Of the savagely hard test third hour,
Or of the demonic ALIS project.
I hear Arapahoe singing, in harmony I hear,
Each one pursuing a universal goal,
Success and future college,
Frantically rushing about, neglecting this present moment.
I hear Arapahoe singing, a solo now I hear,
Of innocent struggles over looked
In this world of competition,
I hear Arapahoe singing, in varied chorus I hear.

6:53 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth B. said...

I hear Arapahoe sing
I hear teenagers wailing as teachers give more homework to the already overwhelming load.
The loud roar of voices in the caferia during lunch as friends joke and scarf down french fries.
The slapping of feet as they hit the tile floor sprinting to the next class before it is too late.
The slow nodding of someone almost asleep and as they jerk awake.
The blissful shouts of what people did over the weekend.
The invisbility of those who are throw out of the conversation because their not cool enough.
The sport players run, jump, dive, dribble and spike as they practice or as they compete for a tradition of greatness.
But I do not hear the silence when the lights turn off and only the ghosts of students wander the halls.

7:51 PM  

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