Professional Alma Mater WriterPosted: December 7, 2012
Sometimes it seems like I’m doing anything, but that isn’t so. I’m not just staring off into space. I’m thinking “oh God, in eleven months I won’t have a job”… as I stare off into space.
I spend much of my “off into space” time wondering if I can do more with my writing. I’d like to write things that will cause organizations to make direct deposits into my bank account. In my spare time, I toy with some ideas of how I might make that happen. The idea of being spontaneously contacted by a publication searching for a weekly columnist hasn’t worked out yet.
Just a few days ago, the inspiration arrived for my best writing career idea yet.
It Was Like Angels Singing On A Hill In Maryland
My friend Sandy commented on one of my posts. I answered her with the Alma Mater of my Alma Mater, Oxon Hill High School:
On a hill in Maryland
Stands our Alma Mater
Grandest place in all the land
To ev’ry son and daughter
Though our school days will soon pass,
classmates say goodbye
We’ll never forget our class
and Oxon Hill High
Sandy didn’t just answer a blog post, she provided inspiration. After I retyped Oxon Hill’s Alma Mater to respond to her, I sang it to myself. “This came from somewhere,” I thought, “someone had to write it. Hey, I can write.” In that moment I decided to start a new career, professional Alma Mater writer.
My Body Of Work
I can’t just put a sign up that says “Omawarisan, Alma Mater Writer” and expect principals to flock to my door looking for school songs. Not just anyone can get paid to write a sentimental anthem to an educational institution. Unless you can present a body of work, you’ve got no shot.
Well, I have a body and let me tell you, it will turn heads (or something).
To prove my prowess as an Alma Mater author, I’ll share a few of my songs with you. I think we’ll agree that I am the première provider of these songs in the Western Hemisphere. The first sample is one I penned for a school in a rural/agricultural area:
When fall comes to town
The crops turn brown
That is when we come back roun’
Farmville, Farmville Senior High
We’ll move on, days go by
Miss our school, our tears won’t dry
We love Farmville Senior High.
It kind of hits you right there, doesn’t it? Maybe you should protect “right there” a little more carefully.
Here is a piece I wrote about a high school in a dairy-farming region…Wisconsin. Wisconsin is a pretty state, and they produce so much cheese…
Out in the meadow where they make the curd
Stands the building where we learned our words
Nouns and verbs and participles
Hearts burn for our school
Near the creek that ripples
Happy memories never run dry
For North Central High
I’ll bet that you’re thinking “sure, anyone can write hymns about schools in pretty, rural areas”. Well I have range. I can write for schools in urban areas too:
There’s a big city
It has a school
The school’s got this ditty
Our neighborhood is gritty
A bad word fits here
We can’t sing it, pity
Wrong side of down town
Wear school pride like a crown
Show Me The Money
They’re all pretty moving, aren’t they? Sing one to yourself with your eyes closed and you can almost hear the crowd singing along at the homecoming game.
Principals, superintendents, head masters and Mothers Superior – I am the one stop solution for the Alma Mater problem at your new school. Don’t farm out the writing of the most important anthem your students will ever hear to some band or chorus director because of a fancy “music degree”. If is sentiment you want. I’ve got a bus load of sentiment.