Copper Creek's the Place to Be...Catalina State Park

It is the evening of the day. I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see, but not for me. I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can't buy everything. I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound of rain falling on the ground. I sit and watch as tears go by.
It is the evening of the day. I sit and watch the children play. Doin' things I used to do, they think are new. I sit and watch as tears go by. The Rolling Stones. :):):)

• Copper Creek’s the place to be. It’s the place for you and me. Learn the things you need to know. Watch your brain just grow and grow. Copper Creek! We’re cool! Copper Creek! That’s our school!!!
  
  In the languid hours of the morning, movement on the campus has already begun. A majestic horned owl stretches her giant wings as she surveys the activity below. Juan, our groundskeeper, has already started cutting the grass and removing debris scattered by the night winds. He works methodically, moving back and forth, reminding us of a farmer laboring in his fields.
  
  From the teacher’s lounge, the faint rattle of the copier escapes and announces that an eager teacher has already started their busy day. Ray, our daytime custodian, scurries from building to building, unlocking doors and turning on lights.
  
  More teachers arrive as the first rays of the sun stream across the tops of the shadowy
  mountains. The dozens of classrooms are clean, and wait patiently, evidence that the
  custodians have completed their important work the night before.
  
  But the classrooms are empty, and the hallways are empty, and the sidewalks are empty, and have no useful purpose until the students arrive. And the books are all closed, the overheads are idle, and there is no writing on the chalkboards; curriculum is just a word until the teachers make it more than that.
  
  When 7:40 arrives; throngs of students exit buses, cars, vans, and SUVS. Excited voices fill the playground with laughter. Flying tetherballs add to a circus-like atmosphere.
  
  Then bell rings and another academic day begins: teachers are busy teaching, and students are busy learning, and this institution we call public school is fulfilling its intended purpose: preparing students for a thousand tomorrows.
  
  The Spirit Day song reverberates throughout our school in the hearts and minds of our students: “Copper Creek’s the place to be; it’s the place for you and me.” Have a great day – “the choice is yours.”
  
  Next week is student store. We hardly have any prizes. The kids like food and candy. We are going to use the grades on this coming Monday's math unit test to select prizes. We need to get the students to spend more time and energy on math at this important time of the year.