1. Caring too much about what people think.....when often they're not thinking at all!
2. I fail at diets
3. Springing things on people at the last minute
4. What my mother calls, my "Oh Shit!" factor
Name Four Things You Wish You Had:
1. A nice bankroll
2. A few close Friends close by
3. A masters in Eng Ed
4. More time with my husband to be
Name Four Scents You Love:
1. Hugo
2. Candles of the vanilla or hazelnut theme
3. This is weird, I know............fertilized fields
4. Mom's chicken pot pie
Name Four Things You’d Never Wear:
1. Belly Shirts
2. Tube Tops
3. Bikini
4. Dachshund Pelt
Name Four Things You Are Thinking about Now:
1. My critical thinking lecture earlier....
2. How amazing that salad at Friendy's was.
3. Why can't I ever find what I'm looking for on the internet?
4. Did I over water my jade plant?
Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Talked to Photographer for the wedding and gave deposit
2. Read "A Good Man is Hard to Find" by Flannery O'Connor
3. Found sources for my Short Story research paper
4. Ate lunch alone at Friendly's
Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Baked Tositos
2. Chi-Chi's original salsa
3. Whole Grain Cinnamon Sugar Quakes
4. Latte and Bagel in AM
Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don’t Know You Like:
1. Pat Benatar
2. Alicia Keys
3. Chris Botti
4. Dave Matthews Band
Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. SF Hazelnut Latte
2. Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke
3. Wine, usually the good kind
4. Water
First Grade Teacher’s Name?: Mathias, same as my Dad's!
Last Words You Said: I think it was "Ohhhhhhhhug"
Last Song You Sang?: "What'll I Do?" by Chris Botti with Paula Cole
Last Person You Hugged?: Bryon
Last Thing You Laughed At?: Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find"
Last Time You Said ‘I Love You’: Today to Bryon
Last Time You Cried: Yesterday. I was lonely, frustrated, and hungry
What’s in your CD player?: Michael Buble
What Color Socks Are You Wearing?: Nope, Spring Green Cozies
What’s Under Your Bed?: Nothing, Bry cleaned there! (Found a gazillon condoms though!)
What Time Did You Wake Up Today?: 7 a.m.
Current taste?: Thinking about salsa
Current Hair?: Curly, short,
Current Clothes?: Jeans, slippers, Adam's criminal justice tee, Matchbox 20 hoodie
Current Annoyance: Air in places it shouldn't be
Current Longing?: To be done with my research paper
Current Desktop Picture?: Calla Lilies
Current Worry?: How I'm going to do a paper I can enjoy without any decent sources
Current Hate?: Philosophers
Favorite Physical Feature of The Opposite Sex?: Soft Cheeks! No no, eyes and arms
Last CD You Bought: Michael Buble's debut
Favorite Place To Be: In bed, where it's warm, with Bryon.
Least Favorite Place?: Out in the wind today!
If You Could Play An Instrument?: Violin
Favorite Color?: Purple....i think
Do You Believe In An Afterlife?: Not sure
How Tall Are You?: 5'8"
Current Favorite Word/Saying: "Have a good time!"
Favorite Season: Fall
One Person from Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back and Talk To: My Grammy.
Favorite Day: Sunday
Where would you like to go?: England
What Is Your Career Going to Be Like?: English Education....somewhere
How Many Kids Do You Want: 3
Favorite Car: Jeep Wrangler
Sarah Talia Hassler Shakespeare
Friday, March 10th Dr. Alice Moore
When I was handed this assignment my first instinct was to write on “Romeo and Juliet” and the foolishness of the two lead roles in their “love” affair. For some reason, I felt betrayed in that when I first read the story in high school the word “love” was emphasized. It was supposed to be romantic, two “star crossed lovers” who risk everything to be together, only to die tragically. Now, some years later in college all I can see on the pages is the fact that they are kids, just kids, and cannot know love in a matter of minutes.
Perhaps it would be best to confess that I was watching “The Today Show” a few mornings back and caught an interview of Salma Hayek on her latest movie “Ask the Dust”, based on a John Fante novel. The story is about a couple with major racial differences in the 1930’s who fall in love, but argue to a level of cruelty. In the midst of the interview, she mentioned that she had been handed the script eight years prior and refused it. She didn’t like the relationship between the two characters; she didn’t understand why they were so mean to one another and refused the role. When the script came back around, she read it again and took it immediately.
For me, with “Romeo and Juliet”, it’s the same. Five years ago I read this play and wanted to be romanced, wanted to cry for them. At that time, this was the epitome of romance and tragedy. Now, twenty-one years old and marrying my high school sweetheart in June, I don’t get swept up into the pretty words. I just see my little sister coming home and telling me she’s married a man she’s known for two days. Not just foolish, absolutely ridiculous!
My idea of romantic love is embodied first with my parents. They have been married for more than 20 years, and they still want to spend as much time together as possible. They know each other to the point that when something happens to one of them, they automatically assume the other knows about it without telling them. My father is the romantic. He’s done everything from surprise weekends in Niagara Falls to having the sheriff come to “arrest” her and take her off to a secret birthday bash at the fire hall. They are individuals, and very strong personalities at that, but somehow they have always seemed to fit together and make it work.
Another change since ninth grade is the addition of my own true love. For us love is that one person who cools your blood when it boils and at times, can be the one to cause that same blood to boil over. Our love has blossomed from making out in deserted parks to simply knowing that we are better people together than we ever were apart.
We knew one another all through high school, but didn’t get together until one lone high school dance. After a few dances, a coin flip, and a dare, this was high school after all, I walked up to him and told him to kiss me. He did, and with a vigor! Since then we’ve fumbled our way through romance and into love and passion. My relationship lends me to see the foolishness in this tale rather than the romance.
Romeo, who just the day before is moping about his lost love in Rosaline, falls so quickly and so suddenly for Juliet upon seeing her. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”(1.5. 53-54) This sonnet conveys the fact that Rosaline is no longer an issue and now his “heart” is set for Juliet. The words are ones to make any woman swoon, and the audience, as well as the readers, are swept into the romance of it.
Juliet, ever the obedient daughter, plays his words right back to him. “My only love sprung from my only hate!” (1.5. 139) She knows her “only love” after a pair of kisses and a matter of moments? Maybe in my few years I’ve grown to be too skeptical, but this is almost too much for me to bear. However, I can see the audience swooning with it.
The reality of the characters overwhelms the starry-eyed glances. Romeo is a boy who doesn’t know one love from the next. He circles from heartbreak to undying love for another in a fantastically short amount of time. I’ve seen my younger brother do this from time to time. My parents shrug it off to the fact that he’s a teenager.
Juliet is a young, impressionable girl who seems to be trapped in her parents’ expectations. They plan for her to marry a nice young man who will take care of her and the family. More importantly, a man named anything but Capulet. To this she answers ““I’ll look to like, if looking liking move;/ But no more deep will I endart mine eye/ Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”(1.3. 98-100). She tells her mother that she’ll do whatever her parents want her to do. However, it would seem to typical teenage thing to do then to find and love a Capulet. My younger sister as it were has pulled this attitude many times. She’s broken up with a boy and gotten back together 8 times within two years. When they are together, she’s unhappy. When they are apart and she is told she’s better for it, she wants him back.
The beauty of Shakespeare is exemplified here. As I read his play once and thought one thought, I’ve read it again and thought more. I know more about love now than I did five years ago. Romeo and Juliet couldn’t have known in mere moments what can take a lifetime to learn. Perhaps I’ll read it again in another ten years and find these thoughts ridiculous. I’ll just have to wait and see.
college assignmentThe internet sucks this morning.
No, seriously. For the first time in my life I've done the true college-kid thing and waited until the last minute (or more precisely 2 hours before the due time) to write 2 two-page essays for my short story class. Reasoning? Well, I got the assignment last Friday (I know, I know!) and was busy trying to do nothing for the weekend besides working. Then Monday came and it was Bryon's day off so we visited my parents house. Finally Tuesday comes and I'm committed to getting it done.....nope, worked the lunch shift and then ended up opening and closing for dinner too! Got home around 10 pm and started, but didn't get anywhere until crunch time this morning.
Regardless, they're done and I think they are pretty decent. I finished at about 7:45, just in time for me to zip in and out of the shower, jump in the car, grab my latte and bagel at D&D (you wouldn't expect me to give up all my habits for such a silly assignment right?) and get to the campus library to print them off before my 9 o'clock class.
Got to the library 20 minutes before class. Tons of computers open.....odd, but didn't strike me at the time. I sat down and logged into hotmail and waited...........and waited............and waited. Denial flowed freely through my veins until this old lady behind me bitched to a librarian about the slow internet access. Apparently it was campus wide.
ARRRGGG!
I jumped up and nabbed a laptop hoping it would help, which it did in the end. However, on my to the counter I peeked at a few other students' screens. I found the usual......
Career Searches
Campus Pipeline Access
Articles for Papers
..............all with perfectly fine access to them.......
And then I found the most damndable thing possible.
This kid, sitting on a laptop in front of a desktop, yes, taking up two computers, was browsing the PERSONAL ADS!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......
Regardless of this injustice, I finally got into my hotmail and printed the essays. It was 9:12. I rushed to the classroom anyway in these horrid shoes crushing my pinkie toe...only to find that class is cancelled. Oh my freaken god....seriously!
There were instructions to leave our assignments with the secretary, which I did, and now here I am. Back on a laptop in the damned library sitting amongst idiots straight out of high school searching the personal ads for the love of their miserably pathetic lives.
Bitter? Just a bit.
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