First Secular Thursday: It’s A Dino-Doozy!
Thursday, March 4th, 2010
Since I’ve decided to join the Secular Thursday madness, I figured my synopsis of Athena’s first year with Odyssey of the Mind would be a great way to start.
For anyone who is unfamiliar with OM, it is an international creative problem solving competition. This year, Athena participated in a Primary Team (K-2.) The Team took on the following problem:
The team is to create and present a humorous performance that includes a Surprise Party for a team-created character. The theme of the party is a surprise because it is being given for something that is not normally celebrated. Partygoers will give three gifts that help symbolize the theme of the party. The performance will also include an original party “noisemaker” that makes an unusual sound instead of a loud sound.
They met weekly, created their own story line, wrote a script and a song, built their own scenery, made costumes and rehearsed, rehearsed, rehearsed. Here’s the kicker. They did it by themselves. Their coach helped facilitate discussion and creative problem solving. But the parents were not permitted to render any outside assistance whatsoever. No suggestions, no feedback, no comments, no building anything for them. Nothing, but general encouragement. Go Happy Homeschool OM Team, go!
I figured I could easily handle that. Heck, I thought it might even be a nice change. Here was an activity Athena could throw herself into and I didn’t have to plan or facilitate a thing. Perfection in an otherwise jam-packed schedule. Until their solution began to take shape. They started with dinosaurs. Best we can tell, the original inspiration probably came with PBS’ new show “Dinosaur Train.” Many of the kids on the team had seen it and liked it very much, so they wanted to have a surprise party that involved dinosaurs somehow. Next, they made the decision to focus on carnivorous dinosaurs and incorporate meat into the story line. Sounds great, kiddos! Crunchy Mama is totally on board!
A few weeks into the season, one of the kids attended a great history class at the natural science museum about Pompeii. Enthusiastic to share all that he had learned with his friends, he told them all about the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, the people of Pompeii running to hide in caves during the eruption and the attempt by some to get away from the destruction by sea. It sounded like a great museum class that he retained oodles from! His rapt audience decided it sounded so awesome that it just had to be incorporated into their OM solution presentation. Their coach asked them if they were changing direction from dinosaurs to Pompeii. NO! they vociferously replied! We’re going to do BOTH! At the SAME TIME!
Err. Um. Sounds great, kiddos?
Now. In case it is in any way unclear, I regularly expend a great deal of energy spreading the message that the majority of homeschoolers do not live up to the popular stereotype most Americans are all too quick to plaster us with. Most of us are normal, couldn’t pick us out of a line up sort of folks who teach our kids actual science and history. Some of us own a Bible. Some of us have no idea where it actually is right this moment. Some of us read it every day, but don’t keep it on the homeschool curricula shelf. Some of us have six kids. Some of us have one. Most of us (even the ones that do believe in the co-existence of humans and dinosaurs) are not the nutjobs mainstream America thinks we are. Of course, you fine folks already know all this or I doubt you’d be here reading my blog. And if you’ve been reading over the past year or so, you already know all about my advocacy tendencies; frock with monumental effort to expand the public image of the American homeschooler.
So here is where I found myself. The proud parent of a member of the only homeschooled OM team in the region. A team that was energetically rehearsing a Surprise Party solution that involved dinosaurs, humans, exploding volcanos, a cave and a purple boat, a “surprise” rain of meat in the wake of the eruption resulting in the humans throwing a party (complete with hats) for the dinosaurs who devour the meat and accept presents from the humans, capped off by a rousing rendition of “Happy Dinosaurs, It’s Raining Meat” sung to the tune of “Happy Birthday.”
I spent the next few months with an imagination run amok. They rehearsed and I envisioned the countless sarcastic comments the judging panel might think about the Happy Homeschoolers and their cohabitating dinosaurs and humans. I viciously squashed every urge to even remotely mention the historical and scientific flaws in their presentation. I self-talked myself until I was blue in the hilarious internal monologue. That isn’t the point at all, I reminded myself. The creative problem solving, the cooperation, the self-reliance, the blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, they were all gaining and learning and growing and whatever was the actual point.
Then a news story began circulating about the utter brilliance that is the population of Texas. Apparently, half the state buys into cohabitating humans and dinosaurs already. It was likely that fifty percent or more of the judging panel might actually appreciate this performance as a factual presentation of prehistoric life. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or sorely disappointed at that thought.
While I was contemplating the karmic retribution of the limitlessly sarcastic universe, a truly wonderful thing happened. Athena, who’s idea of the ultimate torture six months ago was speaking in public, suddenly blossomed. She talked to me about being nervous. Talked. Did not sob hysterically. Just talked. We talked about that a bit and about what to expect at the tournament. We got her a peak at the room they’d be performing in once we got on site. And then, she did it. Without missing a step, she donned her costume and handled the nerves and her part brilliantly. As I watched the seven of them pull it all together, I didn’t care a bit about how anyone viewed our whole amazing team of little, wonderful, creative, brave, beautiful, feisty, and yes, home educated children.
Athena was beyond proud of herself. I got over myself. And the two of us went shopping for a hula hoop.
The End.
Since I’ve decided to join the Secular Thursday madness, I figured my synopsis of Athena’s first year with Odyssey of the Mind would be a great way to start.
For anyone who is unfamiliar with OM, it is an international creative problem solving competition. This year, Athena participated in a Primary Team (K-2.) The Team took on the following problem:
The team is to create and present a humorous performance that includes a Surprise Party for a team-created character. The theme of the party is a surprise because it is being given for something that is not normally celebrated. Partygoers will give three gifts that help symbolize the theme of the party. The performance will also include an original party “noisemaker” that makes an unusual sound instead of a loud sound.
They met weekly, created their own story line, wrote a script and a song, built their own scenery, made costumes and rehearsed, rehearsed, rehearsed. Here’s the kicker. They did it by themselves. Their coach helped facilitate discussion and creative problem solving. But the parents were not permitted to render any outside assistance whatsoever. No suggestions, no feedback, no comments, no building anything for them. Nothing, but general encouragement. Go Happy Homeschool OM Team, go!
I figured I could easily handle that. Heck, I thought it might even be a nice change. Here was an activity Athena could throw herself into and I didn’t have to plan or facilitate a thing. Perfection in an otherwise jam-packed schedule. Until their solution began to take shape. They started with dinosaurs. Best we can tell, the original inspiration probably came with PBS’ new show “Dinosaur Train.” Many of the kids on the team had seen it and liked it very much, so they wanted to have a surprise party that involved dinosaurs somehow. Next, they made the decision to focus on carnivorous dinosaurs and incorporate meat into the story line. Sounds great, kiddos! Crunchy Mama is totally on board!
A few weeks into the season, one of the kids attended a great history class at the natural science museum about Pompeii. Enthusiastic to share all that he had learned with his friends, he told them all about the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, the people of Pompeii running to hide in caves during the eruption and the attempt by some to get away from the destruction by sea. It sounded like a great museum class that he retained oodles from! His rapt audience decided it sounded so awesome that it just had to be incorporated into their OM solution presentation. Their coach asked them if they were changing direction from dinosaurs to Pompeii. NO! they vociferously replied! We’re going to do BOTH! At the SAME TIME!
Err. Um. Sounds great, kiddos?
Now. In case it is in any way unclear, I regularly expend a great deal of energy spreading the message that the majority of homeschoolers do not live up to the popular stereotype most Americans are all too quick to plaster us with. Most of us are normal, couldn’t pick us out of a line up sort of folks who teach our kids actual science and history. Some of us own a Bible. Some of us have no idea where it actually is right this moment. Some of us read it every day, but don’t keep it on the homeschool curricula shelf. Some of us have six kids. Some of us have one. Most of us (even the ones that do believe in the co-existence of humans and dinosaurs) are not the nutjobs mainstream America thinks we are. Of course, you fine folks already know all this or I doubt you’d be here reading my blog. And if you’ve been reading over the past year or so, you already know all about my advocacy tendencies; frock with monumental effort to expand the public image of the American homeschooler.
So here is where I found myself. The proud parent of a member of the only homeschooled OM team in the region. A team that was energetically rehearsing a Surprise Party solution that involved dinosaurs, humans, exploding volcanos, a cave and a purple boat, a “surprise” rain of meat in the wake of the eruption resulting in the humans throwing a party (complete with hats) for the dinosaurs who devour the meat and accept presents from the humans, capped off by a rousing rendition of “Happy Dinosaurs, It’s Raining Meat” sung to the tune of “Happy Birthday.”
I spent the next few months with an imagination run amok. They rehearsed and I envisioned the countless sarcastic comments the judging panel might think about the Happy Homeschoolers and their cohabitating dinosaurs and humans. I viciously squashed every urge to even remotely mention the historical and scientific flaws in their presentation. I self-talked myself until I was blue in the hilarious internal monologue. That isn’t the point at all, I reminded myself. The creative problem solving, the cooperation, the self-reliance, the blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, they were all gaining and learning and growing and whatever was the actual point.
Then a news story began circulating about the utter brilliance that is the population of Texas. Apparently, half the state buys into cohabitating humans and dinosaurs already. It was likely that fifty percent or more of the judging panel might actually appreciate this performance as a factual presentation of prehistoric life. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or sorely disappointed at that thought.
While I was contemplating the karmic retribution of the limitlessly sarcastic universe, a truly wonderful thing happened. Athena, who’s idea of the ultimate torture six months ago was speaking in public, suddenly blossomed. She talked to me about being nervous. Talked. Did not sob hysterically. Just talked. We talked about that a bit and about what to expect at the tournament. We got her a peak at the room they’d be performing in once we got on site. And then, she did it. Without missing a step, she donned her costume and handled the nerves and her part brilliantly. As I watched the seven of them pull it all together, I didn’t care a bit about how anyone viewed our whole amazing team of little, wonderful, creative, brave, beautiful, feisty, and yes, home educated children.
Athena was beyond proud of herself. I got over myself. And the two of us went shopping for a hula hoop.
The End.