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A school like none other, special indeed,
Where students achieve at quite the speed.
Grades fourth through twelfth are encompassed there,
Ruled by the principal from his dark lair.
His name is Weinberg, his stature is grand,
A cushier job this man could not land.
Unilateral decisions galore,
What color of hair does he have in store?
Raising API scores is his mission
Eight-forty-five plus is what he’s wishin’.
From deep in the halls there comes a dull roar -
Weinberg approacheth, easy to adore.
There is a small man whose power is great,
Computer knowledge he does demonstrate.
His name? Bradley Jackson, but some call him Brad.
A jingle of keys, a flurry of plaid -
Stooped and grinning, he crosses the room,
Over shoulders of students does he loom.
He is an expert in photo shop, Whose
Tech savvy knowledge seems never to stop.
Brad may be great, but he is not alone!
A closer bond to him could not be sewn
Than the one he has with Jackson the Mrs.-
Whose demeanor is grand, (let alone her kisses).
She left once, and though she soon returned
Her absence was mourned, her presence was yearned!
Math was her true calling, which she realized
Through her teaching methods, she could legitimize.
Speaking of math, it is hard to ignore
A teacher whose class may be considered a bore.
Algebra the second, conics and graphing
her tests are so hard they may have you laughing.
Her name is Elkie, from Deutschland she hails
instead of strussel, she hands out fails!
Short hair as well as sweaters with kittens
To touch her corvette you must first put on mittens.
Not far to the east from our dear Ms. Navarro
Comes Dr. Grekov, from a land of great sorrow.
Potatoes, Potatoes, Tolstoy and Chekhov,
Methods as fiery as a cocktail Molotov.
Conservative yet stylish, linguistic yet fun
English teaching is a battle she has won!
“Yes, mmhm” may be her catchphrase, but
Nonetheless her knowledge has won her great praise.
With the last character, she shares a native tongue
On the ladder of teaching she has reached the top rung!
Yes, Julia Lubim is a woman worth mention
The French language she teaches... with no pretension!
She trots from here to there, Kathmandu to Peru
With cultural experiences she will never be through.
Her giggle is constant, her stature petite.
One would be hard pressed to find a woman so sweet.
While dwelling in sweet thoughts, an interruption comes through,
“Thirty seconds to the bell... Three tardies is a 'U'!”
From whom does this kind warning disseminate?
Sayne Maza, of course! We need not fabricate
The eccentric nature of this tattooed young gent,
The end of the 70s he seems to lament.
Long hair, pink ties and his trusty megaphone,
(Which he always carries, so he is never alone).
Beware of his summons on the day of your birth!
His unsolicited candy may widen your girth.
Next on the totem pole, another principal vice
A trip to her office is a roll of the dice.
Hat confiscation and I-Pod control,
She plays in the school quite a large role.
Though she may be stout, she has quite the swagger
A rock star’s voice like that of Mick Jagger!
Marianne Aguilar, the discipline queen
Though she keeps order, she is far from mean.
Speaking of mean, or the lack thereof
A woman who is as pure as a dove.
Over the library she doth preside
Taking late fees and lost books in stride.
Her accent is southern, her hair is quite blonde
Her stories compelling, she forms a great bond
With the students who hear all her tales of yore
When she finishes finds them begging for more.
A penchant for posters, which inspire and inform
The library may look to some like a college dorm.
Stars from Whoopi to Elvis to Shaq
Urge students to “READ” many books - front to back.
Computers and the system of Decimal Dewey
Ms. William’s can only be matched by Takui
In the main office the hub of the school
Takui implements her unintentional rule.
Phones she doth answer, Copies she doth make
She must ring the bell ringing (in case of a quake).
When thinking of emergency, one may think of this man
Who fought for this country, in the war in Vietnam.
His class is quite physical, his rhymes are sublime
Jumping Jacks are his specialty, just don’t break your line!
His surname is Frederick, his title is coach
The man’s skills in tennis are impossible to approach.
His hair is chestnut, his stance is wide
When running the track he urges, “Lengthen your stride!”
One must only spend with him a short amount of time
To know that his mood can change on a dime.
But all in all he is quite a good guy.
Her learned from the marines “Semper Fi, Semper Fi!”
Near the P.E. field this man’s room used to be
His favor can be bought for quite a small fee.
All one must do to be on his good side
Is make him laugh, and to his rules abide.
Pirates are his favorite, “Ahoy!” doth he yell
On a ship he is home, he fits in quite well.
His beard once was long, reaching down to his chest
When he shaved it off, with his hair someone was blessed.
The spray of a whale, the fin of a fish
For a better oceanographer, one could not wish!
The room in which our last character once dwelled
This woman painted green and yellow, she was compelled
To cover the sharks and other ocean life
Her Algebra skills are as sharp as a knife!
All three of her kin attended this school
The youngest just recently leaving the pool.
She leads many ships, and organized many dances
Down the halls she skips, she runs and she prances.
A great love of music she indeed does posses
Though it is decidedly metal, she does often confess.
A greater care for the students would be hard to find
The care is so great, with herself never in mind.
Many students count her as a real friend
Relationships with her are quite hard to end.
A helping hand she is always willing to give
With her around life is pleasant to live.
Of life this next character is quite the supporter
A moral character as strong as brick and mortar.
Cheney and Romney are this gal’s best chums
On the table of the library she quietly drums
In PTSA meetings, Site Council as well
On parental issues she often does dwell.
It causes her no issue to step on some toes,
If it can lift some students out of their woes.
On the other side of campus from she and her friends
Sits a brown bungalow wherein someone spends
A great deal of time. Her name is Ms. Stotland,
Teaching world history from Sumer to Scotland.
Her caring is great, her knowledge is wide,
From her loving regard one cannot hide.
Leggings and patterns are her chosen attire;
To teach children history she does aspire.
Catholicism and Zoro are her favorite religions;
Her popcorn stash could be feed to some pigeons.
Her grades may be wacky, but her intentions are true;
Two hours with her and you’re sure not to be blue.
A few rooms lie between the last subject and this one.
She teaches the little kids; with her they have great fun.
Lamination and labels she does adore
“Take one treat!” she says, though we often take more.
The states of the Union is a subject she’s keen
To teach to her students, who if attentive may glean
From her lessons a background in all things important,
Even if the classroom is at times discordant.
The Preamble and capitals she doth acclaim,
Though most of her students find it quite lame.
The State Fair is a time to dress up and eat food,
Never mind the upperclassmen who taunt - how rude!
Just down the hall from our dear Eleanor
Is a man who is sure to have lots in store.
Though you may not think much of his beloved Diet Pepsi,
You will learn about health, from gout to epilepsy.
To obtain the best grade there are demanding tasks,
Like completing word searches and doing what he asks.
Some may say the assistant teachers do all the work
While in the back closet, Mr. Schur seems to lurk.
Never Never Land he calls it, a place you shan’t go,
Lest your work habits be a U and your grade be low.
When push comes to shove, one is compelled to note
That upon students’ health he does seem to dote.
While pondering the aspects of dear Mr. Shur,
His kindhearted nature makes one think of her.
Close in age to the students she teaches
The highest level of learning she continually reaches.
Oh, Suzanna! Your methods tickle us so
The poetry you read to us, while rocking to and fro
On your stool in front of the class so attentive
Quack videos we watch, with no incentive
To pay attention other than our vocab quiz grades
Her future so bright, she must put on shades.
Speech and debate is the team that she leads
Though it is only one of the many good deeds
She carries out for the sake of the student body,
The trophies which adorn her shelves appear gaudy.
She herself was a student at this school-
Most likely the reason for her kindhearted rule.
The teachers at SOCES are quite prominent
But its students are the group predominant,
Make up the bulk of the population here
Although they may not quite hold the school dear.
Our first figure is one who holds great esteem
His eyes seem to hold an ambitious gleam.
Valedictorian and expert in fashion
APs and Project Runway are his subjects of passion.
His runway walk is something to behold
And his wry sense of humor never gets old.
His seat in the back of room 803
He occupies daily with copious glee.
Our wavy haired friend of late has met
Cheryl from the clue crew on the set
Of Jeopardy, for which he did audition.
“The Aztecs of yore upheld this tradition”
What is human sacrifice! He exclaimed with delight
There is no doubt this boy is quite bright.
On the other side of AP Lit
This sprightly young dame doth frequently sit.
The most obvious characteristic of hers
Her hair! Rivaling a rich ladies furs
In terms of warmth, and style as well
On her curly locks one is tempted to dwell.
But there is so much more to this young lass
From her clothing style to her unmatchable sass!
Editing the newspaper is her job
Sometimes reading articles as dull as a knob.
Her iPod is stocked with music of all kinds
From M.I.A. to No Doubt, to Third Eye Blind!
Her brother is Aaron and he is quite cute
Be mean to him and she’ll give you the boot!
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cries stumbling in
Though she’s genuine she is sporting a grin.
Her jacket is multicolored, her hair is blonde
Of our next kind character we are quite fond.
She edits a magazine of literature and art
From room to room she has been known to dart
On her endless quest for material
Which she enjoys more than her morning cereal.
A beret perkily perched atop her head
(Though she sometimes wears a beanie instead)
She rummages through lockers and folders
For a good piece of art she would move boulders!
Her closet is packed, bursting with things
From orange knit dresses to fairy wings.
She can sew, she can draw, or paint if you’d like
Though one thing she can’t do is ride a bike.
Speaking of bikes...our next character is Colin.
Listening to his arguments will have you “lolin’!”
His vast intellect is undeniable,
And though his van’s brakes are unreliable,
His generosity never seems to cease.
Sporting AYSO jackets made of fleece,
He rises early to prepare the fields,
Using the administrative power he wields.
His golden brown locks are swept by the wind,
On his promises he will never rescind.
A thousand suns shine upon the next,
Student who we will discuss in this text.
Hanoi, Beijing, all the way to Northridge
Like a panda he rummages through his fridge.
In front of his home sits a great golden Buddha
His expertise is great in terms of computah
Knowledge and gaming, W.O.W. to DS
A grand amount of experience he doth posses.
Good business sense, a penchant for money
All while managing to be sweet as honey!
His locks have been shorn down quite a bit
His LRG clothing is rather legit.
7 jeans, True Religions - he says no
But they keep givin’, “Here you go!”
All in all he is a gentle man
Of him, many people are a fan.
All of the students have one thing in common
When one gets hurt you visit the shaman!
In terms of the world of our dear, dear school
The Nurse is the one who has the right tool,
To fix you right up! Ice packs and tissues
Are the only amenities that she issues.
Yes our friendly nurse, known as Ms. Vath
Can be at times slightly helpful, despite her wrath
For students with no hall pass, unless there is blood
During PE, into her office students flood.
Walking through campus you may hear some humming
From a man you might call the copper plumbing
Of SOCES drama. He is the big cheese,
The one who translates Shakespeare and blocks with ease.
He is fond of flannel, Crocs, and a beard,
Among novice students he may be feared.
Yes, his stance is imposing, and his voice fills the room,
But stay away from the light booth and you’ll face no doom.
No one knows more about Richard the Third,
Hamlet, Othello - Lear is the word!
His English students are versed in building sets,
And with stage crew around, he never frets.
On opening night, he’ll receive high fives,
As he runs down the aisle shouting “THE MERRY WIVES!”
Of all the characters mentioned here
There is one who rules all, many with fear.
His teaching methods by many are viewed
As challenging, rigorous, and sometimes rude.
His demeanor can be seen as abrasive
His insults are often quite invasive.
From the far far east this teacher comes
Bringing with him meals of Udon and Dim Sum.
His knowledge is expansive, many students in awe
Even if his comments are more than often raw.
Though we may joke, this teacher is true
His lessons are invaluable to me and to you.
What he teaches stays with his students for long
Calling him nasty isn’t right it’s …”just wrong!”
His crowning achievement may be as a coach
Of the Aca Deca team, which can often approach
The highest ranking spot…at least in the mind
Of this great captain, It would be hard to find
A more qualified man to do the job
His standards are high enough to make one sob
What man do we speak of? Shall we spell it in Morse?
There isn’t a question - its Mr. Mukai of course!