Nighthawks.
Which sounded really cool, unique and all, until we found out a nighthawk is roughly the size of a chicken.
Someone got the brilliant idea of painting a real life one in our gym. Rather uninspiring.
But I take comfort in the fact that our rival’s school colors were brown and gold. It looked OH so 70s with a touch of bathroom. 
Turkeys. And God now I’ve got that horrible cheer stuck in my head. It goes (roughly) like this:
Lemme see your turkey trot
What’s that you say?
I said, lemme see your turkey trot!
Then you sorta spin in a circle, arms at your sides like wings, saying,
ooh ahh, ooh aah aah
They used to be the bells or possibly belles I’m not sure. I went to an all-girl’s school called St. Mary’s so you decide.
We were the Falcons.
There was a bit of controversy while I was there when it was pointed out that our logo did not actually show a picture of a falcon, but rather a goshawk.
I went to a historically Episcopalian private school (no longer religiously affiliated), and our mascot was the Bishop. At sporting events, someone would occationally show up in a black robe and a pointy hat, waving our flag, while another person would beat a drum. Mysterious and solemn, and all that jazz.
Go Bishops! (Not exactly a battlecry…)
We were the Earl Marriott Mariners, and our mascots was a seagull. Yes, a seagull. People (from my own school, not just our opponents) threw french fries at him, just like they did to the real ones at the beach. You can tell we were really proud of the seagull.
Hornets. All our sports teams were notoriously bad.
We are the Mustangs. At homecoming, the couples circle the football field in Ford Mustangs. I think Ford makes a lot of money off of us…
My school didn’t have any mascots for its sporting teams. It still doesn’t. Australian schools don’t go in for that sort of thing.
The Sea Kings. I kid you not.
Go Vikings!
The Patriots. Represented by a Revolutionary War soldier. I remember the marching band wore uniforms meant to look Revolutionary War-esque, including tricorn hats.
A Door.
I shit you not. The Deerfield Door was our school logo, seal, and mascot.
And then I moved on to college, where our mascot was… the Quaker.
I just can’t win for losing, you know…
The Bedford Bearcats
Whooo hooo. Go you mighty Wooddale Cardinals!
What could be more threatening?
We were The Rockets.
We used the fight song of the Chicago Rockets.
If you could tell me who the heck are the Chicago Rockets, I would appreciate it.
My grade schools were the Telstar Satellites and the St. Phillip Neri Beavers.
Nothing. My school was so lazy that they had a competition to name the school “houses” and we ended up with Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta - A B C D in Greek.
A groundhog, though it was always referred to as a “chuck” which is short for woodchuck. If you want to know which groundhog in particular, get up and watch TV early 2FEB05 AM and you won’t be able to miss him.
Are you sure? 'Cuz that’s just…odd.
Go Green Knights.
We were the Black Eagles.
My kids have had a couple of good ones. In middle school they were the “Seals”. Isn’t that an inspiring one? "We are the Seals: Ar! Ar! Ar! "
Now they’re in high school and they are the “Mohigans” and the majorettes wear Indian headbands. What a lot of people around here don’t seem to realize is that the Indian tribe was actually called the Mohicans. The name Mohigans came from the name of the high school year book sometime in the past and actually has no meaning.