Just four short years ago, we were anxiously awaiting the adventure that would be high school. Counting down the minutes until we could officially say “I’m in high school.” Never mind the fact we were at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak, awkwardly trying to fit in and navigate through the seemingly endless halls (which was much more difficult, as most of us couldn’t see over the upper classmen). Yet, now, today, we are counting down the minutes until we can say “I’m a high school grad.” Counting down the minutes before we each get to hear our names called out to all of our friends and family as we walk across the stage, finally finishing the marathon that was high school. The marathon that consisted of countless tests, numerous projects, the split into two different high schools and finally a year of senioritis (side affects include: laziness, drowsiness, headaches and a higher probability of skipping class). But regardless of the obstacles we faced throughout high school, each and every one of us had an incredibly support system to help us through it. Whether it was teachers and staff sacrificing their personal time to stay after school to help review lessons and answer all of our questions, or our parents who pushed us to be the best person that we could be and our incredible friendships with each another to talk about whatever was on our mind. Despite the split into two high schools, we maintained high levels of school pride (but maybe not high levels of maturity). We became closer as a result, forming connections than could last a lifetime. Whether you stay in town to attend Texas A&M University or Blinn, or attend college in a different state, or even study abroad or enter the workforce or marines, no matter the distance, these connections will not cease to exist. But no matter what you do or where you go, just know that you will be successful. I truly believe every one sitting here to tonight has a chance to be or do something special, or extraordinary. Don’t ever doubt yourself or your abilities, don’t ever fear the unknown or the difficult, because like Michael Jordan once said, “Limits, like fear, are often just an illusion.” Push yourself to achieve greatness, because I can see it in every one of you. I’m more than thankful to be able to say I was class of 2016, and even more thankful to have gotten to know most of y’all personally. These last four years have flown by, from counting the minutes until our first day of high school was complete, to counting the minutes until our graduation is complete. Week after week, year after year. I’m thankful for the opportunity to speak on the behalf of Consol Class of 2016, and thankful for each and every one of you. The future is ours, let’s make the most of it.
*End of speech*
(Sorry about the lame ending, I ran out of things to say)
I had just finished my weekly session of Zumba class at the local gym and picked up some tofu and a protein shake (because you know, gainz) and hopped on the train to head back home. Since my stop was near the end, I, as I usually do, would strike up conversations with other passengers to pass the time. While most of the conversations weren’t very interesting, except for the one about a guy who woke up on a train with a briefcase chained to his arm (#allusion), they at least helped pass the time. As more and more people filtered off, I noticed these two people, a young man and an older woman, arguing in the last train car. The man had a large box and the woman had a weird hat and a map. As their discussion got more and more animated, I scooted closer and closer to try to make out what they were arguing about. At first I was really nervous because I heard him screaming “I’ll DO IT. I SWEAR I’LL DO IT.” I was man, this fool finna blow up the train because that box is a bomb or something. Turns out it was just a box of pepperoni pizza and he was threatening to throw it on the ground because she wasn’t listening to him and he had already eaten his part of it. Moving on from that drama though, I still hadn’t figured out what they were arguing about, and what the map was of. But then, I heard something mentioned about the treasure chest… But before I could listen more, the train stopped at the next station and they got off. Naturally, my interest caused me to follow them to maybe find a treasure chest they were looking for, and all I had to do was get the map. As I followed them, their pace increased steadily. I looked at my watch, and it read 11:56 PM. I followed closely behind, through several alleys and side streets. They stopped to look ahead, where I saw a small building with a neon sign that said “The Treasure Chest”. Before they went inside, they threw the paper on the ground. I grabbed it and looked it over. It was literally a map from the train station to the Treasure Chest. Disappointed, I went inside where I heard a voice over a microphone say “And for tonight’s feature battle, we have ya boi Yung Homie and ya girl Betty Crocker.” I realized The Treasure Chest was a building that hosted nightly underground rap battles for up and coming rappers, and tonight’s feature battle was Yung Homie and Betty Crocker. It was a close battle, but in the end Yung Homie won after roasting Betty for her wrinkles, gray hair and arthritis. I was shocked at the events that had unfolded tonight, but I think next week I’ll drop some bars at the Treasure Chest.
This paragraph will be about the question concerning Hamlet’s tragic flaw.
In traditional plays, in order for it to be considered a tragedy, the main character has to have some sort of tragic flaw. In Hamlet, I believe it’s fairly obvious as to what Hamlet’s tragic flaw is: that he has horrible communication with his friends and family and has an inability to take action. These flaws greatly contribute to his demise in the play, and essentially set up the plot entirely (or at least extend the plot). For his communication flaw, much like in Othello, there is not really an instance of him trying to talk to someone (whether it be the Queen, Ophelia or whomever) to figure out his situation. I can’t really fault him for not talking to anyone about seeing the dead king’s ghost, since, well, it’s a ghost but everything beyond that is inexcusable. Not talking with any of the other characters leaves them wondering if he’s going crazy (but is he actually crazy?) Which actually makes Claudius want to ship him to England and leads to the deaths of Polonius, The Queen and like 15 other characters. So this flaw not only leads to his own inevitable death, but many others as well. Additionally, his other tragic flaw, which is arguably more “tragic” is his inability to take action. there are several instances of this, most notably the “To be or not to be ” speech or waiting until Claudius is sinning to kill him. While he doesn’t take action on killing himself, he winds up getting killed because he does nothing, so it’s really a lose lose situation for him, but only because he doesn’t ever act on his impulses (For characters who do act, see Laertes, Fortinbras). So, much like previously stated, while it was a difficult situation to be involved in, Hamlet’s tragic flaws eventually catch up to him and lead to his death.
So after viewing this painting, I’m not exactly sure what to think about it. Like at all. I see a lot of different things, like: paint splatters. And then more paint splatters. And then even more paint splatters. I’ve stared at this painting for probably 5 minutes now and other than paint splatters, I see a raspberry, a horse, and other things that most likely have nothing to do with the meaning of the painting (it’d be cool if they did though). I thought about how somebody would create this song and 3 different ways came to mind: By listening to like “Jumpman” and then simultaneously jumping around and throwing paint on the canvas, or instead of doing a tie-dye shirt, it was on a canvas but then the machine broke and the colors just went everywhere, or someone actually purposefully painting it the way it is with a meaning behind each and every brush stroke. Most likely, it’s the first or second one, but either way it works. I think it’s as famous as it is because of how different it is, like any other paintings it would be “Oh look there’s some trees” or “Oh look it’s a sunset” but with this its like “Oh look it’s a… Wait what is that?” Obviously there is a meaning behind the painting and people will really pay attention to every detail and try to figure out whatever obscure meaning is behind it. I think the size of the painting probably helps with that too, because it will enlarge the details and make everything just kind of jump out at you. The poem basically reiterates some of what I said, in a way.It’s essential a maze and puzzle of paint, without any of the extra fluff that surrounds some other works of art. I also took it as pure emotion and meaning, where it’s the paint on the canvas and nothing else. But then again, I’m usually bad at this stuff so oh well.
After reading through this incredible version, there were clearly several differences between that and the widely accepted version. Maybe the biggest difference was that of the “To be, or not to be” speech. In the Q1 speech, it was horrible. The language wasn’t even close to that of Shakespeare and the placement of the speech, in terms of when in happens compared to the other version, is also much different. Those differences don’t matter though, because later on in Act One Scene 8 or 9 or 20, Hamlet says “I could interpret the love you bear, if I saw the poopies dallying.” Sure, call me immature, whatever. I thought this was really funny. I don’t remember anything like this in the actual version, and I’m fairly certain I would remember if there was. But either way, this was definitely the best/worst part of the first few acts.
Another big difference between the two versions is the amount of dialogue. In Q1, it essentially cuts the play in half and gets to the plot much quicker than in other versions. While that may make the play more exciting and not nearly as long, that also means there is less character development, less connection to the characters and overall there are aspects of the play that are left out or unanswered.
I also thought this was really funny (which it is).
After looking at each of the different versions of Othello, I did find several interesting things. First, and most obvious, was the different variations in spelling in dialogue, character names and even the title. Which brings me to my next point: One of the versions from the First Folio spelled it “The Tragedie of Othello, The Moore of Venice.” I don’t know what they were thinking, but whatever it was they were clearly trying to spoil the ending where, you know just about everyone dies. Not cool. Maybe that’s really how they spelled it but I’m not convinced. Continuing along those lines, I thought Shakespeare was somewhat difficult to read by itself, but with all of those weird letter/symbol looking things I think I would give up after reading just half of a page (much less reading it aloud), so I’m veryyy thankful for modern versions. Jago? Rodorigo? Caffio? At least it’s close. Although I’m sure they would have thought that we spell it wrong so it’s whatever. It was actually pretty interesting to see the different versions of the play itself, and could sort of understand even the weird spellings and changes. As for the word at the bottom right corner, I can only assume it’s a catchword of some sorts, just basically a preview of the dialogue. Which is what it is. Other than that I don’t know the purpose of it. But anyways, like I mentioned before, despite all of the differences, I thought it was pretty interesting.