Update: I’ll admit I wrote this original post while watching the Cubs game last night – so I’m just going to add a couple items:
-MIP Management has decided she’d like to hear embarrassing moments from any of your school classes, not just history. Got a great moment from Algebra class? (I don’t, that’s for sure.)
-MIP Management would also like to mention that although Mr Davis made me angry in the intro to the book; the book actually is very interesting and easy to read… very entertaining. And it has those cool pretend old fashioned pages with the uneven edges that suggest an air of arrogant superiority, if you know what I mean.
MIP decided it’s time for a give away! I was going to have you enter by telling me your favorite American History trivia/fact… but that’s no fun. I’d rather hear your most embarrassing or funny history class moment (keep it clean, please). I’ll tell you mine at the end of the post. Here’s what you are entering to win:
Davis is the author of books such as Don’t Know Much About History and although he makes me angry in the introduction of the book (by implying that those who believe in one true way to heaven have an “arrogant superiority” and therefore, must have caused every evil in American history), he also states in a very clear way the exact reason that I homeschool (ah, yeah… did I mention that before? Probably not. We’ll discuss later.) The subtitle of the book is “Untold Tales of The First Pilgrims, Fighting Women, and Forgotten Founders Who Shaped a Nation.” And that pretty much sums up the book! Again, enter the contest by submitting your comment below. It’s time for you blog lurkers to come out of the woodwork! The contest ends Saturday night at midnight… after that, I’ll use a random (online) chooser to pick the winner.
Oh, and my most embarrassing history class moment? I had to give a speech on Dietrich Bonhoeffer in a Senior Church History class which was filled with intimidating classmates and an intimidating professor… and I pronounced “Posthumous” as Post-Hue-muss. I was mortified. And I still think about that when I lie awake at night. If only I had pronounced it poschumuss as it should be. My life would be entirely different, I’m sure! But then that would probably add to my arrogant air and supposed superiority.