But these kids were amazing. Political, funny, sad, smart, lyrical. And more than that, every room was filled with excitement and love. Really. Love. A kid messes up, the whole room claps and yells shouts of encouragement. A poet finishes and kids from other teams hug them. I'm a softie and I cried through more of it than I would like to admit.
If you live in Chicago, or anywhere nearby, you should be trying to make it to the final performance. There may still be tickets and I guarantee you that this will be one of the most joyful and heartrending nights you've shared with other people in the recent past.
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