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Much Ado About Nothing
-A Tale by Me
Once upon a time there was a girl who was incredibly amazing. Her name was Cristy. The problem was she had a older brother who was very mean and would not let her enjoy the things she loved. He urged her to go to Science Academy when all she wanted was to go to her local high school to be in choir and theatre. Her brother thought this very foolish and refused to talk to her for a year or so (aside from degrading comments about her taking the "easy way out" by going to a different high school than him) and then spoke seldomly for the next two. Her senior year, he finally began to come around and started to talk to her more often, about his beliefs, background, and ideology. They began to become close again. Cristy was very excited because she had missed having a close relationship with her older brother.
Then, two weeks ago, her older brother asked her to join him at a camp in San Marcos where he has gone for about six years. He had been asking her to join him there for the past five and Cristy had always refused. Cristy's mom had gotten very annoyed with Cristy (okay, this is a slight exaggeration but it adds to the story) the whole summer and told her this very morning that she should go to San Marcos with her brother. She repeated this several times throughout the morning.
As Cristy pondered during church, as the african priest behind the pulpit pranced jumped and demanded attention, speaking about hanging problems on a tree, she thought about her dear older brother and what the world had done to him. Despite his mean actions toward her at times, she loved him perhaps more than almost anyone else in her life. She decided a week of math-filled days would not kill her. She decided to attend this math camp... so she could learn... and so her brother would be pleased with her.
Cristy then remembered her home life and how much she would miss it. She grew sad, then thought of her brother, and her mind was set. She told her brother she would go, before hanging up the phone he quickly said "Thank you very much for coming, I'll do my best to get you caught up." She smiled knowing that even though it was not what she had been planning for this week he was happy.
She packed all her things. One would know when Cristy was done packing because her mp3 player would be put away. She listened to music constantly and only packed her player away once she was ready to walk out the door and no longer needed music to accompany her packing. She was ready, her father was putting on his shoes, and then Cristy's mother came in her room with the news that she would not be able to go to San Marcos after all because even though the teachers were going to allow her to go two weeks late, it was now four weeks into the camp and they feared she would not understand much of the material, despite Victor's efforts to cover the hard material with his sister.
So, in the end, all of Cristy's effort were in vain. She would now be living out of her suitcase for the next week, because she did not want to unpack an hour after she had packed. She was no longer leaving for a week. Her goodbyes made were not needed... her books and paintings and notes had to be replaced in her room.
Russ Hull and Jake Patoski said last year that even though Shakespeare had entitled his play "Much Ado About Nothing" it was actually an oxymoron, because so much is told about the characters, even though they get worked up over something that did not occur.
I see this story in the same light. For example, even though I did not end up going to San Marcos I realized that I do, despite what i feel sometimes, love my brother more than almost anyone and would pack up my life for him in an instant. I wrote things in goodbyes that I would not have otherwise said, and I am glad now that they are out in the open. My brother saw that I cared about him enough to go hang out with him for a week and live math.
THE END.
-A Tale by Me
Once upon a time there was a girl who was incredibly amazing. Her name was Cristy. The problem was she had a older brother who was very mean and would not let her enjoy the things she loved. He urged her to go to Science Academy when all she wanted was to go to her local high school to be in choir and theatre. Her brother thought this very foolish and refused to talk to her for a year or so (aside from degrading comments about her taking the "easy way out" by going to a different high school than him) and then spoke seldomly for the next two. Her senior year, he finally began to come around and started to talk to her more often, about his beliefs, background, and ideology. They began to become close again. Cristy was very excited because she had missed having a close relationship with her older brother.
Then, two weeks ago, her older brother asked her to join him at a camp in San Marcos where he has gone for about six years. He had been asking her to join him there for the past five and Cristy had always refused. Cristy's mom had gotten very annoyed with Cristy (okay, this is a slight exaggeration but it adds to the story) the whole summer and told her this very morning that she should go to San Marcos with her brother. She repeated this several times throughout the morning.
As Cristy pondered during church, as the african priest behind the pulpit pranced jumped and demanded attention, speaking about hanging problems on a tree, she thought about her dear older brother and what the world had done to him. Despite his mean actions toward her at times, she loved him perhaps more than almost anyone else in her life. She decided a week of math-filled days would not kill her. She decided to attend this math camp... so she could learn... and so her brother would be pleased with her.
Cristy then remembered her home life and how much she would miss it. She grew sad, then thought of her brother, and her mind was set. She told her brother she would go, before hanging up the phone he quickly said "Thank you very much for coming, I'll do my best to get you caught up." She smiled knowing that even though it was not what she had been planning for this week he was happy.
She packed all her things. One would know when Cristy was done packing because her mp3 player would be put away. She listened to music constantly and only packed her player away once she was ready to walk out the door and no longer needed music to accompany her packing. She was ready, her father was putting on his shoes, and then Cristy's mother came in her room with the news that she would not be able to go to San Marcos after all because even though the teachers were going to allow her to go two weeks late, it was now four weeks into the camp and they feared she would not understand much of the material, despite Victor's efforts to cover the hard material with his sister.
So, in the end, all of Cristy's effort were in vain. She would now be living out of her suitcase for the next week, because she did not want to unpack an hour after she had packed. She was no longer leaving for a week. Her goodbyes made were not needed... her books and paintings and notes had to be replaced in her room.
Russ Hull and Jake Patoski said last year that even though Shakespeare had entitled his play "Much Ado About Nothing" it was actually an oxymoron, because so much is told about the characters, even though they get worked up over something that did not occur.
I see this story in the same light. For example, even though I did not end up going to San Marcos I realized that I do, despite what i feel sometimes, love my brother more than almost anyone and would pack up my life for him in an instant. I wrote things in goodbyes that I would not have otherwise said, and I am glad now that they are out in the open. My brother saw that I cared about him enough to go hang out with him for a week and live math.
THE END.