It's Over. *sigh*
Twelfth Night is done. Kapooot. x.x; I'm kinda mixed emotions, and I want to rant a little, mainly for my personal remembrance, and maybe for people that have done St. Michael's (Sarah, Chels, and Becca, I think... >.>) to see if they've ever felt the same way.
I find myself wishing that Twelfth Night was done by the older kids. Not that I don't love the little ones, nor that R&J was not a wonderful play, but it was just. Meh. I don't know. @.@;
I find myself thinking about all of the people in Shakespeare camp, "I love you all, but..." because it's just that. x.x; They're almost all rich. They have houses in the Caribbean, California, New York, Paris... I live in Middletown. xD I don't really care, but it just adds an awkward feeling. One little girl, who was just being curious, asked, "Is your house big?" I was like, "Umm... not really." To which she said earnestly, "Claire's house is big. She has a private beach." I heard Aiden saying that his house was small. Aiden's house is about twice the size of mine. xD;; I heard one girl saying her house was small... It's on Bellevue. >.>;; It's not jealousy, it's awkwardness. "Um... I live in Middletown. I go to public school. I don't have a second house. ^^;" Little children. *shakes head*
Next thing, cliques. "I love you all, but you seem to like to be separated and haughty. >.>;" There is the "popular group". There are followers. There are three or four groups of people at lunch or talking, instead of the one massive clump at Teen Shakespeare (which I love so much). Then again, I feel clique-less. I talk to everyone and anyone and they talk to me... but I think it's because I'm older, and kinda "cool" even though I'm quirky. xD; Little children *shakes head again*... The same little girl as before said something like, "Margaret's nice. A lot of the older kids, they don't talk to me. But Margaret's older than them, and she talks to me!" And I was like, (as Danya would say xD) "Oh, child, come to my bosom..."
Anyway, it really the cliques show in Capture the Flag (Chels and Sarah, Capture the Flag is the new cards/Spit game that everyone plays always. xD), while picking teams. There are the first people, always called. Then, even if I'm just watching the game (or plotting to run across the field mid-game with Julia screaming, "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition! =o") I get picked before other people. It's just weird.
Third... "I love you all, but you really need to get over the small things. D:" GAH! So much "But that's embarassing..." stuff. Dx I'm prancing around in suspenders attached to bright yellow socks, and they're embarassed to wear a sombrero or hold hands with their "true love". I don't even think that swing time would help these ones.
Fourth... "I love you all, but you're WAY to young to be doing that. 0.o" Chels, it's official. Aiden had a girlfriend. x.x He broke up with her during the first week, but still it was like... 0.o; And I heard one of the children (whose name I shant mention, but you probably know her) got drunk. She's like... 13, tops. And we have 10 year olds in mini-skirts. And tonight, one of the girls threw up, and it's unconfirmed over whether she was sick or she stuck her fingers down her throat. D:
This makes camp sound so pessimistic. D: It's not. I love it and I love all the people there. But still, the biggest thing I've been wondering is... what will happen next? Quite a few of them are now old enough for Teen Shakespeare, and said, "Yeah, I think I'm doing it next year..." Some of them, I'm glad. They have that kind of spirit of Teen-Shakespeare-ers. But some of them... I just can't see them surviving without cliques and stuff. I can't imagine them maturing over the next year. And it scares me. D: I love them all... but... gah. I said it again. I really do. I just don't know if they will mold to Teen Shakespeare, or if it will mold to them. I. HATE. cliques. I HATE people that think that they are too good to talk to anyone... but I love the Shakespeare campers, even though I know that they do it. It's... weird. x.x;
I'm going to miss Shakespeare camp a lot. I'm going to miss Christy this next school year, and I'm going to miss the campers, the interns, Johnny, the nasty-hot gym, my yellow socks... everything. I'm going to miss Malvolio a lot, it's one of the best parts I've had in a while... I'm going to miss it all. Summer. I don't know how I could trade it, but I would add a month of school for one more week at St. Michael's. I feel like I'm not ready to say goodbye to it all... and now that I think about it, it's mainly Johnny.
Well, now I'm not a depressed mood. Oy. Nice job. I logged on imagining that I was going to rant about Twelfth Nights and all of its ups and downs... but I mainly touched the downs.
Good night, all. I'm too tired to think. x.x; For those of you who have read all of this, have a cookie. *gives a cookie*
Actually, that reminds me. Samara was eating a cookie while we were going backstage, and I said, "Samara, there is some circle of Hell with you just eating a cookie that I can't have." and I got Samara to crack up while in intern-backstage mode. I'm good. 8D
That story cheered me up slightly. xD Stories of circles of Hell don't normally do that, but this one did. xD
Wow. I'm still typing. And I want to sleep. Ahhh. What's the matter with me? I can't stop! D: My rant is becoming longer. I've already said good-bye. DDD:
Okay, I'm really going now. Good night. *yawn*
Okay, I lied. Now I'm going.