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History in Action, Wednesday, 3rd Period
Because power had been restored, class met this time in the Danger Shop. Students entering found themselves in a dimly lit shop, circa December 1773. Oil lamps provided the only lighting, and a fire blazed in the stone fireplace. Professor Roslin stood next to the fireplace, a cardigan sweater wrapped tightly around her.
"Gather around the fire for now, and I'll make sure you have coats before we head out on the exercise," she said, rubbing her arms slightly. She waited until the class had filed in, and closed the door to the New England cold.
"Welcome to Boston, December 16, 1773. A week outside what many of you know as Christmas, a group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty, approached three British ships docked in the harbor and dumped about ninety thousand pounds of tea overboard. Does anyone know why this was done?" Laura glanced over the class, waiting for a response.
"If you look out the window, just there," she continued a few moments later, after a brief discussion, and gestured toward the small, lone window across the way, "you'll see the three ships: the HMS Dartmouth, Beaver, and Eleanour. Your mission tonight, should you decide to accept, is to disguise yourselves with the costume pieces provided. You are then to make your way -- by hook or by crook -- aboard these vessels and dump the tea into the harbor. Once you've completed that, we'll come back here and have a quick debrief before dismissing."
Roslin stepped out of the way, revealing a small passage back to another room, in which several trunks were found. They were opened, and those in the front of the class group could see indian dress items atop the piles. "You have your assignments; let me know if you have any questions."
As the students filtered past her toward the chests, she settled in at a small table near the fire with a lamp and a book.
[OCDcoming up! Have fun stormin' the ships!]
"Gather around the fire for now, and I'll make sure you have coats before we head out on the exercise," she said, rubbing her arms slightly. She waited until the class had filed in, and closed the door to the New England cold.
"Welcome to Boston, December 16, 1773. A week outside what many of you know as Christmas, a group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty, approached three British ships docked in the harbor and dumped about ninety thousand pounds of tea overboard. Does anyone know why this was done?" Laura glanced over the class, waiting for a response.
"If you look out the window, just there," she continued a few moments later, after a brief discussion, and gestured toward the small, lone window across the way, "you'll see the three ships: the HMS Dartmouth, Beaver, and Eleanour. Your mission tonight, should you decide to accept, is to disguise yourselves with the costume pieces provided. You are then to make your way -- by hook or by crook -- aboard these vessels and dump the tea into the harbor. Once you've completed that, we'll come back here and have a quick debrief before dismissing."
Roslin stepped out of the way, revealing a small passage back to another room, in which several trunks were found. They were opened, and those in the front of the class group could see indian dress items atop the piles. "You have your assignments; let me know if you have any questions."
As the students filtered past her toward the chests, she settled in at a small table near the fire with a lamp and a book.
[OCD
Re: Debrief - Mischief Managed
Re: Debrief - Mischief Managed
"For some of them, it really was about liberty; they were genuinely concerned about not having a say in the government back home in England -- the same government which was levying the heavier taxes to pay for another war, that had been waged on American soil about ten years earlier. To this point, they had considered themselves English citizens, with English concerns. It started to become apparent, however, that maybe the Mother country didn't see things the same way; that American concerns were beginning to be different from those of England.
"And so, almost like a kid, they started pitching a temper tantrum to get some attention. The Tea Party was kind of like them saying, 'I don't want beans for dinner, and what are you going to do about it?'"
Pursing her lips, she paused. "That example probably trivializes the Colonial plight, but...it's fairly accurate, to my knowledge. The Sons of Liberty were all about making that plight known any way they could."