Thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
--Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene iii
You would think that having English majors for parents would be quite nice when a high school student's educational journey takes them into the world of Shakespeare. Although I'm no Elizabethan scholar, my two semesters of Shakespeare at the University of Iowa probably make me more knowledgeable of the Bard than the average parent of a high school freshman. Since I still get pretty geeked out by iambic pentameter, the Romeo and Juliet unit in Southeast Polk's freshman English curriculum has been a highly-anticipated event for me when each of the girls hit ninth grade.
Unlike most of her peers, Romeo and Juliet is a re-read for Jordan. I think she first picked it up sometime late in elementary school, and she knows the story far better than I would have ever anticipated one of my ninth graders knowing it when I taught freshman English at Valley High School. Even so, she probably wasn't prepared for my reaction when she told me this afternoon that the more she thinks about it, the less she considers it a tragedy, because Shakespeare's star-crossed lovers died for love.
"It doesn't matter why they died," I told her. "It's tragic, because they didn't have to."
"But Romeo thought Juliet was dead. He didn't know she wouldn't wake up, so he didn't know that he had anything to live for."
On the bright side of things, by the time we entered Fareway, I had backed off and we were back to just talking about the story. I'm guessing we were the only ones discussing whether it was possible to read some sort of backstory about the cause of the feud between the Capulets and the Montagues into Shakespeare's writing as we walked down the aisles in search of chicken breasts for tonight's supper. (And a fine supper it was. My compliments to Brett, who saw a recipe on the back of a corn flakes box, and decided to try it out.)
Still, the words of Friar Laurence that began this post ring true, and they remain as important to anyone who thinks that life isn't worth living today as they were to Romeo, who didn't listen to them when he had the chance. No matter how bad things may seem, there are always opportunities, and the only way that life can't possibly get better is if you choose to end it.
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