Romeo in my 9th Grade English Class.

I had myself a good cry today.

Don't be alarmed. It was due to watching Romeo and Juliet. The Leonardo DiCaprio version.

In tenth grade I had an English teacher who believed that Shakespeare only wrote R+J to convey the damage that is inflicted when teenagers are allowed to decide for themselves. I disagree.

Or rather, I'm disagreeing for the sake of my well-being.

Like, honestly, how cynical could you get?

It's like choosing to believe in teaching the youth a lesson rather than in true love. It's ridiculous. It's like believing Edward only got with Bella so that he could eat her in the long run.

These people. I swear.

I had a really cheesy experience when we studied Shakespeare in ninth grade. I remember I was beyond thrilled when I was chose to read for Juliet and I was equally as eager when I realized that the guy I sat next to had a shot at reading for Romeo because he hadn't volunteered for anything yet, and I am a sap and I had a crush on him that I still have trouble admitting to myself. But it didn't work out that way.

A girl ended up reading for Romeo because Ms. Adams was adamant about the roles avoiding the whole gender specific thing, otherwise the same people would be volunteering to read all the time.

It was a very awkward experience.

But I think later on it did work out how I wanted it to, and I did get the chance to read the O Romeo Romeo where for art thou Romeo part with an actual male playing the part of Romeo. Possibly the one that I sat next to for the second semester of English.

But it could be a desperate figment of my imagination. I'm really not sure.

Maybe I'll call him and ask him someday. He left his number in my yearbook.

I'm almost positive we read the balcony scene together. Almost.

This is going to bother me until I figure it out.