And ne’er shall April 10th go by, from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remember’d. We few, we happy few, we band of homeschoolers. For he (or she) who competes in Mock Trial this day shall be my brother (or sister), be they ne’er so vile (or rather fearful), this day shall gentle their condition. And other students in other tutorials will think themselves accursed they were not here. And hold their rhetorical skills cheap, whiles any speaks, who tried a case with us on April 10th.
Okay, maybe that is a little over the top, but needless to say, yesterday was an amazing day. Of all the rotations we make on God’s good earth as she hurdles around the sun, only a handful actually qualify for the statement, “I’ll never forget this day,” but yesterday was one of those days. Yesterday, my thirteen-year-old daughter, Lily, participated in a Classical Conversations Mock Trial held in the Justice A. A. Birch Building in Nashville, Tennessee, where the honorable Judge William E. Higgins presided. But it was not the ornate building, the friendly judge, the winning of the verdict, or the ice cream party afterwards that made the day unforgettable. It was that Lily had something hard to do and she did it.