Here she is this morning as the Atlas of Independence himself. Her group nailed their performance. It was incredible. I couldn't have been a prouder peacock.
Six months ago her group was laboring over their script. They argued, they debated, they became frustrated. John Adams is a MOST complex character in a MOST complex position at a MOST complex period of time. They changed their thesis at least 15 times and completely re-wrote their script after the school competition.
They came THIS close to throwing in the towel after their Social Studies teacher embarrassed them when they performed it for their class. She told them they didn't know what they were doing and that they wouldn't make it to the District competition. She told them that even if they did make it to the Districts they would need her approval and she wouldn't give it UNLESS they showed sufficient progress.
This did not instill confidence in my daughter's group as they floundered around trying to grab a hold of John Adams enormous legacy.
I guess you all know this made me want to Kung Fu Panda kick her across the universe.
But they did make it on and on and on all the way to the National History Day competition in Washington D.C..
But there will be no happy feet tap dancing on my daughter's social studies teacher's face tonight. And we have not been blessed with the opportunity to shave her head.
In fact, she is probably saying "I TOLD THEM SO!" right now because my daughter's group did not make it into the finals.
No, I'm not disappointed, (SNIFF) even though I did all that ironing. Ironing is so good for the soul, after all (SNIFF).
Mariko, for the record, my daughter mentioned her English teacher in her interview today as the person who kept them going despite the adversity.
MAHALO MARIKO! If only all teachers could be so encouraging.
I'm so proud of my daughter and her group. They rocked the house today.