Though my reflection on the first travel day with the boys was, “That wasn’t so bad,” the first few days of the actual competition had me tired and stressed out. At the competition were 1413 teams from something like 16 countries and 42 US states. 16,000 people had piled into Knoxville, Tennessee for the event. And my 7th grade boys kept wandering off without telling me where they were going or deciding on a meeting place. I found myself wishing I could implant GPS tags under their skin so I could keep track of them more easily. And if that wasn’t possible, I wished I could at least give each one a working cell phone. I felt like I was back in the dark ages because their phones didn’t work internationally and I was unable to contact them any way other than face-to-face.
|Looking down at Opening Ceremonies from the Guatemalan section|
But as the week went on, something began to change. Maybe it was my mindset. Maybe it was the boys’ attitudes and behavior. Probably it was a whole combination of things. But by Saturday (our last day), I knew that I would gladly chaperone a team to Globals next year. Each boy on our team had worked his way deep into my heart. And I looked around me and all I could see were all of the things the boys were learning, even though they weren’t in school.
On Friday, after watching several high-school level performances, our team discovered there was a place to go bowling for free. I watched my boys demonstrate the best sportsmanship they’d shown all week, cheering each other on in a friendly competition. There was paper scoring, so we refreshed our memories on how scoring worked, and the boys got a tiny bit of mental math practice.
|Scorekeeper hard at work|
Later that afternoon, our team visited the Expo. Whereas the first time we went, earlier in the week, the boys had gone directly to souvenir sales, on Friday, they and I spent hours playing. There were science stations set up, and we laughed at the Van de Graaff Generator, marveled at the ability to puff “smoke” by eating a graham cracker doused in liquid nitrogen, and watched people dash across the oobleck (chuckling at those who stopped moving and got stuck).
|You know the technician must just WAIT for a girl with|
long, loose hair to come try it out.
|Some people bounded right over the ooblek.|
|But some got stuck.|
After that, we moved to the CitiBlocks. The boys spent two full hours engrossed in the blocks, building a tower with students from Texas. Two hours…you’d think I would have gotten bored. But I was just as engrossed as they were. These boys spend most free moments glued to ipads or cell phones. But not this week. Not Friday afternoon. The boys worked seamlessly with other kids, using creativity and engineering skills to construct their tower. As our tower grew taller and taller, they began looking for creative methods to get themselves higher to continue placing blocks. And when we reached our limits, they offered blocks up to the man who was standing on a chair with his son on his shoulders trying for the record for tallest tower, and cheering when he achieved it with a tower of 9 feet 8 inches.
DI Global Finals offered a chance for my students to come together with kids their age from all over the world. They made friends with kids from Colombia and Texas, and they talked to people from all over. They practiced teamwork and sportsmanship. They watched creative solutions to problems they had pondered over the year. Trading pins (which is a big thing at Globals) enabled them to practice their interpersonal and entrepreneurship skills as they bargained to complete their collections. My boys were not always angels, and they didn’t always embody the true spirit of DI to perfection. But they learned something. And I learned something. And we had a good time doing it.
|My team, their moms, and 2 high school Team Managers dressed up|
for the Duct Tape Ball.
I believed in the mission of Destination Imagination before Global Finals, and I knew it was a good program. But seeing this international gathering of creative minds, my dedication to the program has doubled—maybe even tripled. Despite all of my complaining before the event, I can say with complete honesty that I am looking forward to starting the DI season again next fall. The boys and I have already been looking at the Challenge previews and musing over next year’s potential team members. Bring it on, Global Finals. We’ll be back next year!