Yes, in this blog post we're going to travel back in time - all the way Friday, our last day of class before the long weekend. The desks were divided into pairs, facing each other. Maeve sat down opposite from me, and my best guess to what we were doing was a stare smackdown. Turns out, I was wrong. Go figure.
We went over the EdCafe we had done the day before, summarizing the events that we had covered, from the Stamp Acts to the First Continental Congress. Our main objective, however, was more like ... English class. We read Longfellow's not-so-accurate poem "Paul Revere's Ride." Not-so-accurate, you ask? There was actually three men who rode out to warn the people that the Regulars were coming.
Turned out our task was a sonnet that was my historically correct, easy until proven difficult. Not a lot of sensible things rhyme with "twelve."
Flash forward to today, when we did something completely different. Before reading through eye witness accounts of the "shot heard round the world" we watched a video on their reliability. Looks like we're left second-guessing whether or not the witnesses knew what they were talking about. Most people came up with one reason or another why their account couldn't be trusted.
Looks like that's it for now. However, due to the amount of stuff I have left to do, I would expect some minor mental breakdowns soon. Be warned.
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