We have a great time in chorus. Most days are spent learning and rehearsing our class music...after video, journal, warm-ups and sigh-treading. Occasionally, we take a day or two for a project or other assignment. Below are some examples, with descriptions, of things we have done!
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These are blind contour drawings of singing faces. The kids have to choose a partner and as they model a singing face for their partner to draw, they are also drawing their partner's singing face. Here is the tricky part..they have to keep their pencil on the paper the whole time...and they can't look until they are finished!
This makes for some interesting art pieces!
This makes for some interesting art pieces!
Singing faces!
Growing Flowers.
( Eleanor Rigby Remix )
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Your mind is a garden,
Your thoughts are the seeds,
Can grow flowers or,
You can grow weeds,
It is your choice.
Live confidently,
Among all the wildflowers,
You see everyday,
It is a dream.
Look all around you,
The reappearance of green,
Look all around you,
Like a flower its time to bloom.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
By: Carmen Tettekpoe.
( Eleanor Rigby Remix )
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Your mind is a garden,
Your thoughts are the seeds,
Can grow flowers or,
You can grow weeds,
It is your choice.
Live confidently,
Among all the wildflowers,
You see everyday,
It is a dream.
Look all around you,
The reappearance of green,
Look all around you,
Like a flower its time to bloom.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
Ah, look at all the flowers budding.
By: Carmen Tettekpoe.
By Abey M.
I wake up to the sun filtering through the green curtains covering the window. Rolling over I see the piano, dark polished brown, glinting in the early morning light. Just looking at is my finger itch to run along the flats, sharps, and naturals of that glorious instrument. I get up and walk over to stand in front of the jewel of the musical world. The gold chair with satin on the seat seems to beg me to sit in it and let my emotions float into the notes as I play ballet after ballet. I give in to the urge, pull out the chair, sit down, and begin to play. As I warm up my fingers doing a C Major scale, then a D Major scale. I closed my eyes and played the right hand of Fur Elise by Beethoven. I had been working on it for months and I could finally play the right hand with no mistakes. Once I was satisfied with Fur Elise I started to play Minuet by Bach. “You hit the ‘D’ instead of the ‘E’ again” My sister poked her head into my room. “I realized that I had hit the wrong note the moment my finger graced the key.” I muttered grudgingly. She walked over to me, her brunette hair swaying with each step. Her red dress with white trim seemed ablaze in the early morning light. “Start over but this time play slower, let your brain register the notes.” She suggested. “Okay.” I replied brightening a little. My sister clasped the back of the chair and leaned onto the piano reading the half and quarter notes on the page and watching my finger hit each key with an eagle's eye. I wish that I could freeze this moment in time for ever, call a famous painter and have him save this moment forever. |
Stories using the picture at the right as the beginning or end of the storyby Lynn R.
Long ago, a poor little boy wondering the streets. Then one day he stumbled across a girl. She wasn’t older than the young boy and the boy was only 7. She had a unusual shape that she sat in front of. She stood there reading paper on it. The boy had thought it was a paper holder until it played a tone. Not something cheerful it was sad and had a story to it. He imagined what it was like to play with the shape ,but he couldn’t they were different and he knew it to. A few days later, the boy had the courage and went to the front door to ask to play the shape. He knocked and the strange yet beautiful girl answered. “Please May I play your unusual shape it looks beautiful and I bet I can play” , the boy stumbled for words. The girl stood there confused and she thought and mumbled something to herself. “You mean the piano? It’s nothing special I just like to play it now and then”, she giggled and walked in. The boy stood there and walked in. The girl pointed to the seat and studied the music. “ What’s this and this and that symbol?”, the boy questioned. She pointed as in wait and finished studying the music. “This is your pitches which are notes they tell you what your singing. This is lines it tells you how high or low your going. That is Treble Clef it’s shows the G notes from the C’s.”, and the girl continued. The young boy was so interested that he stayed for hours just listening to her. Skip to today, me and my sister went to the store to buy some bread. Then we saw a very old shop in our shortcut to the store. We didn’t question it knowing we don’t pay attention to anything really. We looked inside and it seemed abandoned ,so we stepped inside. “Lets go I think we shouldn’t be here”, Jane replied ( she is the brown or black haired girl) I rolled my eyes ignoring her comments. Then I saw something weirdly clean even through everything was covered in dust. I sat down and looked at the old music. “Hey Jane come over here for second then we’ll leave”, I yelled. She pointed towards a signature at the top right corner. It read don’t forget your do, re’s, or me’s your friend Lily. |