At the end of the 6th grade term, each student selects a woman who has made a significant contribution to her local, regional, or global community to research, and portray and honor at the annual Westridge Wax Museum event.
Cara W. as Laleh Seddigh
The project begins with a research and writing exercise in which the students draft biographical sketches. Next, they identify a defining event, experience, or moment in time through which they can capture the essence of their chosen subjects' accomplishments and personal qualities, and write monologues based on these experience. Finally, they design and build sets, create costumes, and perform their monologues - in character - for the community at the Westridge Wax Museum. The event occurs each year in May, and is a real rite of passage as the students transition from Lower to Middle School.
Laleh Seddigh: Iranian Race Car Driver - Women of Character & Courage Portrayed by Cara. W.
ON DAIS, THINKS: Third place, I could have done better. Father told me to drive fast and careful, and since 13 I have. Today, not so much, I forgot to change the gear… I know no one in the crowd. Doesn't matter anyway. I can’t give a speech because I’ll get the audience excited. Having to wear a hijab while racing, I’m in the car alone! Why can’t I un-obey the rules?! Can’t wave, Laleh; can’t get the crowd excited, Laleh; follow the rules, Laleh!
STEPS DOWN FROM PODIUM: But those rules are the same rules which prevented me from racing anyway. These were the limits that I defied. And now I’m caring what the Iran Racing Federation thinks about me and my racing?! And the look on the announcers face when he saw that I was a women? Priceless. When I got my racing license the man who handed it to me thought I was the racers wife. There is so much inequality in our world here. You can see that it is everywhere. Look at the environment, my passion are the small trees which we think are worthless. The Laleh Seddigh foundation, protector. That’s how I think about it. There is a just cause and we all should be fighting. The women in Iran need you, says my mother, they look up to you. Just had guts and stubbornness. They say I’m there savior, but not really. And that is true; there are women who will ask me what the secret was for getting my license. Be stubborn, I tell them. And look Morsal Ranja accepting his trophy… (sassy) queue the long speech about inspirations. (Sighs), I can’t do that just because I am a woman. I am a woman, so powerful you must coop me up. Without women, you would be forced to do everything. Everything: cook, clean, wash. Imagine!
HOLDS TROPHY UP: At least I can smile and be a proper Iranian woman. No speeches the committee says, that’s okay I say, because the women can see it in my eyes that I appreciate them. No waving the committee says, that’s okay I say, I didn’t want to waste the energy. Excuses, excuses… one day I will go up and get the women exited. I will go up there and be first and the State TV will have to broadcast it. I will be getting the biggest trophy and my opponents, they say not fair, but I beat them. Life’s not fair, racing is not fair. Get a faster car, a better coach, I’ll tell them. I have no secret, I’m just better. I will blaze a trail and burned rubber will follow me where ever I go. Little Schumacher, in my eyes a mean compliment. For I am Laleh. I’ll be Laleh Seddigh, first place.