From the President Jennifer GorenaDear SCAPA,
Still looking for SCAPA Alumni! - we continue to ask that all alum keep in touch. This is SCAPA's 25th year and we would like to keep everyone informed of SCAPA happenings. Please let us know - your graduating year, major and current contact information by contacting: carolyn.tieman@fayette.kyschools.us
Keep bringing in those Box Tops – CLIP MORE/EARN MORE. Go Penguins! Go Generals! |
December 2011
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From Beth Randolph, Bluegrass PrincipalDear SCAPA Family, The last few weeks of school will be a flurry of activity, but I wish everyone in the SCAPA community a safe and restful upcoming break. I hope it will be a time to revitalize and anticipate the upcoming year with excitement. We have much to accomplish both artistically and academically in the last five months of school and we will charge full force into it upon our return. Enjoy December and all the month has to offer. Sincerely,
From Vicki Ritchie, LHS PrincipalDear Friends of the Arts,
Our teachers continued to strive for excellence in their field, as well. Four of our teachers, Laura Howard, Tracy Kerley, Ryan Marsh, and Rhonda Mullins, earned National Board Certification this fall. They join Allison Crowley, Joann Cullip, Helen Graham, Kelley Hayden, Susie Jolliffe, Tracy Lambert, Robin Reid, Richard Royster, Christiana Stephens, and Vince Tinker as our certified staff who have earned this recognition. Final exams will be December 13-16. Please remember that we avoid disrupting classes during exam time, except in emergencies, so all students can do their best without distractions. If it becomes necessary to check a student out of school during exam week, please be aware of the dates and times listed below. Vicki Ritchie by Carolyn Waterbury-Tieman The Arts Give Meaning to Our Holiday Celebrations Why, you may ask, am I sharing this? Well, I’ll tell you. As we approach the celebrations that will be taking place later this month, with all the associated sights, sounds, smells, tastes and feelings, I find myself wondering - what would the holidays be without the arts? Would there even be holidays without the arts? I realize that holidays are the outgrowth of our beliefs, but how would we express and perpetuate those beliefs without the arts? Would it be possible without the oral tradition of storytelling or the written word? Can you even imagine celebrating without music and song? How would we know that something special is happening without visual symbols and cues? What about the dancing, the pageants, the decorations, the preparation and presentation of food? I cannot think of a single aspect of the holidays that is not steeped in the arts. It is through the arts that we convey what is being celebrated and why. Take the time to consider what the holiday you celebrate means to you, how the arts allow you to experience and share that meaning, and whether or not you are effectively communicating that meaning through your celebration. My gift to you this year is one that I have given before – a recycled gift you might say. I wrote this story while in graduate school. It is based on an experience from my early childhood in upstate New York. I hope the message touches you with the same warmth that the memory brings me. May the peace, joy, and delight of the season be with you and yours throughout the coming year. Santa's Boots For Dad, and all those who know the truth, but have been entrusted with keeping the spirit alive.
Cradled in darkness, the village houses settled with deep sighs, stretching wearily on their snowy mattress. Their eyes drawn tightly shut against the bitter wind did not a light reveal. The heart of every home lay in silence. In every home, that is, except for the white, two-story farmhouse with the pine green shutters. Within the slumbering walls of this particular residence a lone figure could be seen, slightly stooped and intent upon his work at the fireplace. Roused by the muffled sounds of someone moving about below, Helen turned to awaken George. Finding only the familiar impression left by her husband's body, Helen realized the mysterious visitor downstairs was not such a mystery after all. Suddenly, shaking herself from sleep, she remembered what eve this was that found her alone in the hours that are neither morning nor night. Hurrying into her bathrobe and slippers, Helen shuffled out of the bedroom, pulling herself together on the way. She hesitated momentarily to check on the girls. Completely unaware of her presence or the activity downstairs, their small bodies heaved and fell rhythmically with the peaceful sleep of children certain of the safety love ensures. Captivated by the scene before her, Helen stood gazing at the three tousled heads resting on loosely clasped hands. Their ivory pink cheeks were framed by graceful wisps of auburn curls. Elegant lashes fluttered airily with each breath that escaped the slight part between satiny, rose-colored lips. Helen struggled with the temptation to rush forward and embrace these three of her life's greatest treasures, but the scuffling below brought her back to the night's task. With the ease of a parent's hand, she pulled the door to without a sound. Descending the stairs in a flanneled hush, she reached the treelit living room where the walls, ceiling, and floor were alive with flickering reflections of colored lights. Peeking around the doorway, Helen's eyes fell upon an unexpected sight. There was George, still in his long johns, standing bent at the waist in the fireplace, his feet clad in heavy snow boots sunk deep into the remnants of yesterday's fire. Unable to contain her amusement, Helen flopped onto the couch, laughing into her robe-filled hands. Surprised by her entrance, George's expression was that of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. Realizing how utterly ridiculous he must look, George broke into a hearty chuckle, sending the still empty stockings billowing out before him. "Don't you recognize Santa Claus when you see him, young lady?" George responded in the most Santa-like voice he could muster. Eyes sparkling, George carefully shoveled ashes over his boots. "Eating the cookies just didn't seem like enough this year," he explained. Helen nodded in understanding, shaking her head affectionately at George's antics. "How about giving me a hand, Mrs. Santa?" he suggested as he slowly emerged from the fireplace. "You hand me the gifts and I'll put them under the tree." Anxious to help, Helen carried the various sized and shaped packages to her husband. Planning each step, he placed his foot firmly on the woolly blue carpet, making sure the print could be seen. In this way they distributed the presents around the base of the tree. Voices lowered to gleeful whispers, they giggled like a couple of pranksters. With all the gifts under the tree, George walked slowly to the coffee table where a plate of cookies, a mug of hot cocoa, and a note had been set. He picked up the message, meticulously written by his eldest's newly trained hand, and tucked it in his sleeve. Taking a cookie for himself, he offered one to Helen and then made his way back to the hearth. There he removed one dusty gray boot at a time. After setting his boots in the corner, George joined Helen in filling the stockings. Finished with their elfin work, they retired to the couch. Sharing the rest of the cookies and taking turns with the mug of now only lukewarm cocoa, they settled back with thoughts of the swiftly approaching morning that would bring their daughters racing downstairs to discover what had been delivered during the night. Shortly before dawn, Helen and George heard the anticipated commotion upstairs. "Are you awake?" "It's Christmas!" "We can get up now. Hurry! Hurry!" Muted squeals floated down to announce the arrival of their three stair-step daughters. Leading the trio was Mary, whose eighth Christmas this would be. Right on her heels came Beth, a head or more shorter and three years Mary's junior. Bringing up the rear, trying desperately to keep pace with the others, was Emily, two years old and the whole family's baby. "Mommy! Daddy!" they cried in unison as they piled onto the couch to exchange hugs, kisses, and Christmas greetings. Wiggling out from the jumble, Emily tip-toed toward the tree. At the end of the coffee table she stopped, squatting down for a better look. Then, pointing excitedly at the footprints she had discovered, she exclaimed, "Look! Santa comed! Santa comed! See!" Immediately she was joined by the two older girls, the thrill in those early morning eyes equaled in their parents' faces. Following the path in a train formation, the girls came to a halt before the fireplace where the tracks began and ended. Satisfied that Santa had indeed visited their home, they reached for stockings, now bulging with goodies. Barely able to jump up and tease her own stocking from its nail-secured spot, Beth lifted her little sister to the mantle so Emily could claim her treasures. The three scurried to the tree where Mary passed out the gifts, dutifully sounding out both the "to" and "from" names. There were the presents from grandparents and relatives; the special treats from Mommy, Daddy, and each other; and then there were the Santa gifts. These the girls savored for the very last. Squeaks and squeals of, "Look what I got!" "Oh, it's just what I wanted." "See what Santa bringed me!" chimed out from a sea of rumpled tissue paper and open boxes. While the two youngest girls were still tearing anxiously at ribbons and wrappings, Mary slipped over to where her parents were watching from the couch. Leaning over the back onto arms folded under her chest, her feet left the floor as she kissed Helen's cheek. Without a word she walked around to George, scrambled up onto his lap and nestled into his embrace. Gently, she pulled his head close to hers. "Thank you, Santa," she whispered. Surprised, George's body tensed as he searched for a way to deny having any part in Santa's midnight schemes. He looked into his eldest's knowing face. Before he could utter a sound, his eyes followed hers as they drifted to the corner of the room. There, where only Mary had seen them, were the boots - empty now, resting in the midst of a telltale layer of fine, ashen gray dust. Smiling sleepily, Mary nestled against George's chest, her hands pillowing her head. "I'm glad it's you, Daddy," she sighed. Prior to her role as SCAPA Arts Facilitator, Carolyn Waterbury-Tieman was a Parent/Family Life Educator and licensed Marriage and Family Therapist. She was the author of The Parents’ Toolbox for The Lexington Family Magazine as well as Pastoral Parenting for the Church of the Resurrection newsletter. (Please check the SCAPA Calendar regularly for updates)
Military MissionsThank you to everyone who placed items in the Military Missions box. Your generous donations will be truly appreciated by our troops. The box will remain in the BG SCAPA lobby until the end of the semester if you would still like to make a contribution. It is never too late to give! Tickets Available For Opera House ProductionsTickets are now on sale for this year's Scapa events at the Opera House.
Dear SCAPA Families,According to the latest census, over 25,000 children in Lexington live in poverty. SCAPA would like to help some of these children have a happy holiday, so from November 30th until December 12th we will be collecting donations of new or gently used toys, books, games, and sporting equipment on behalf of the 2011 Faith & Community Christmas Store. Friends of the Arts School (FOAS) MeetingsAs a SCAPA Parent, you are automatically a member of the Friends of the Arts School (FOAS). We meet each month and our work is vital to SCAPA. We need everyone of you to become and active member of FOAS! You can start by attending the following meetings at 6:30pm in Room 146:
If you want to be in the know and have a say, this is the place to be. 4th Grade Gingerbread Build a success!On Tuesday Nov 22nd twelve houses were constructed using icing, gingerbread (made with sorghum!) and decorated with yummy candy! All the houses stood at the end of the day, some with candy cane roofs others with pretzel windows. A big thanks goes to all the parents who helped build (without lifting a finger) and to the 4th grade teachers and students. All houses will be donated to the Salvation Army Family Unit and will be on display throughout the season. A HUGE THANK YOU to Sandy Shafer (SCAPA alumni parent) who baked all the gingerbread herself and acted as forewoman for the project! She originated this tradition and has made wonderful memories for generations of SCAPA 4th graders. We are so fortunate to have her as a member of our SCAPA community.
Mr. Lindsey's 5th grade featured on Channel 18’s Sunrise “Classroom of the Day”Mr. Lindsey's 5th grade class studied poetry, wrote poetry, researched 1950's era beatniks, and wove it all together at a poetry reading at The Cool Cafe with tablecloths on desks, mood lighting, bagels and hot cocoa. It was hep, man.
Significant People in Kentucky’s HistoryAfter several weeks of intensive study of significant people in Kentucky’s history, the 4th graders embarked on a day-long journey through Historic Lexington. From the scavenger hunt in Lexington Cemetery to the opulent home of the Todd Family, the children experienced the past life of “The Athens of the West.” Upon return, students were asked to draw a particular ARTifact that caught their eye. The results are on display outside the 4th grade classrooms.
If you are looking for a holiday performance to attend, here are a few choices with SCAPA connections: Looking for Mrs. Santa Claus
Smackdown for the Christmas Crown
Scrooge the Musical
SCAPA Introductions Science with Ms. BealsThe 6th graders have been on a whirlwind tour of classification of organisms. While studying the plant kingdom, teams of students designed an experiment about Brassica plant growth. The pictures show students planting their Brassica seeds.
The SCAPA Dance DepartmentThe SCAPA Dance Department is proud and excited to be hosting a residency program with Kista Tucker, choreographer and company director of KTd, Inc. of Washington DC. Funded in part by last year’s Dance SCAPA wear sales, our residency will occur from Sunday January 22 through Tuesday January 31, 2012. This week long residency will allow opportunities for all Middle and High School Dance Majors, to participate in technique classes with Kista Tucker.
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The Arts Roundtable is a place where we can share valuable information about the essential role of the arts in our lives and the lives of our children. (Please submit items to Carolyn Waterbury-Tieman, carolyn.tieman@fayette.kyschools.us, by the 20th of each month.) |
The 24th annual Arts Advocacy Day brought together a broad cross section of America's cultural and civic organizations, along with hundreds of grassroots advocates from across the country, to underscore the importance of developing strong public policies and appropriating increased public funding for the arts.
Submit information to Carolyn Waterbury-Tieman (carolyn.tieman@fayette.kyschools.us)
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The Arts Bookbag is a place where we can recommend books about the arts that we have found to be informative and inspiring. (Please submit titles to Carolyn Waterbury-Tieman, carolyn.tieman@fayette.kyschools.us, by the 20th of each month.) |
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SCAPA FUNdraising Opportunities
There are 3 ways that you can financially support SCAPA all year long with minimal effort!
Remember that when you contribute to SCAPA it benefits every student, grades 4-12, in every arts area. You can make a difference!
General Mills Corporation, sponsor of the Box Tops For Education program, has been involved in giving to educational programs since 1996. Over the past 13 years, participating schools have earned over $300 million dollars in funding. The Box Tops program is a simple way for our school to receive money without having to write grants, sell products, work hours, or buy things we don’t want or need. As a parent, relative, or friend of SCAPA, all you have to do is clip the “Official Box Top Coupon” off of the products you already buy and use. A complete list of these products can be found at boxtops4education.com. After clipping, send the box tops to school with your student. Each homeroom teacher has a container in their classroom for collection. Each month, the box tops are collected and counted, with the top collecting homeroom earning a prize. Come on SCAPA Penguins, keep clipping and collecting those box tops. Let’s make this an awesome box tops year.
Please download a copy for each of the FCPS approved volunteers in your family. Completed forms may be turned in to Ms. Barbara Talbert at the front office of Bluegrass SCAPA. Thank you so much for your commitment to making SCAPA great!
Please be aware that a records check is required in order to participate in volunteer activities in the Fayette County School system.