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.
[OCD coming 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 coming up! Have fun stormin' the ships!]