Wax Museum

Today I went to see Sam's class put on their "African American Wax Museum." This was one of the strangest projects ever. His assignment was to research and write a report on a prominent and influential African American. The only stipulation was that they could not pick anyone who you would normally learn about during Black History Month (i.e Rosa Parks, MLK, etc.). Easy enough, right? Well, the second part of the project was that they had to dress as their person as a figure in a wax museum. Out of the 21 kids in this class, 18 are white. This did not make for some easily identifiable wax figures. Though Sam's BFF Marcus is biracial and he pulled off the perfect Barack Obama. Other than him, though, we had a red haired Samuel L. Jackson, two skinny white girls as the Williams sisters, and a black girl as Michael Jackson (there is some ironic humor in that one that I won't touch, but she pulled it off)among others. Sam was Bill Cosby. He wore an old crazy sweater of my Dads. Close as we could get. Some friends of ours at another school had done a similar project in the fall, however theirs was much more elaborate. They had to make a backdrop/display sort of thing, with info about their person. I made Sam do this as well, but he was the only one. When the teacher set it up around him, he looked absolutely mortified. Thus no picture of him. He was mad enough at me already. If I had stood to take a picture all hell would have broken loose. He was very cute though!