Another Sunday...

It's Sunday again; oh boy. I've been sick and I'm irritable and just don't want to go back. Being sick and irritable plus the fact that there is end-of-term stress equals a Becca you just don't want to talk to. I can't count the number of people I've snapped at over the weekend.
A good fact about tomorrow is that there is NAL. That always brightens my day; even if I am nervous. What's more is that I get to miss seventh period all together. I guess that would be more pleasing if I actually did something in seventh period, preferably something that I didn't enjoy doing. I love school but I can't help but be bored.
I think I work better in an environment that requires constant studying, instead of the occasional test and busy work every night. I'm more determined to study from my notes than doing a worksheet I know I could do just as easily that morning. I think a lot of us are like that, knowing that something is easy enough to just postpone. I really wish I went to a private school, or college, or somewhere that I actually could take what I wanted and wasn't bored by the easiness of all of these mediocore classes!!! A class that required notes-study-activity-notes-study-activity-test. Mr. L does an excellent job with that, in my opinion.
To get my mind off the fact that I'm basically snoring in my classes I will now talk about NAL, one of the things I thrive at doing my best at. It's like modest bragging; you answer as many questions that you can and gloat later. We totally creamed the competition at our last game. We doubled their score--65 to 29. I'm hoping we'll do the same next game. We've got a wicked awesome team, some of the smartest kids in the school...but most of them are new and don't know that specific technicallities that could lead you to miss something. After the last game, though, I think they're set.
I should really go to bed now, seeing as I have to make up a test I missed on friday. Why all the sudden is my life filled with funerals? I hope it's not foreshadowing something in the future.

Shakespeare's Authorship

Like many issues over the years; religion, politics, and how the Aztecs disappeared, the issue of Shakespeare’s authorship has been highly debated among many. What does this say about our society? We don’t like to make things easy.

While researching this issue I came across a website entitled Beginner’s Guide to the Shakespeare authorship problem. This site is run by the Shakespeare Oxford Society, and they argued why they believed that Shakespeare was actually Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford. An Earl of Oxford is a title of nobility in the community, and this title stayed within the Vere family until 1703 when the twentieth Earl passed away. I believe that the Shakespeare Oxford society doesn’t give enough evidence proving that Edward De Vere was the author of Shakespeare’s works, hence ruling him out on my personal list. Edward De Vere also died in 1604, disabling him from writing some of Shakespeare’s works that were allegedly written after Vere’s death.

Several other authors of Shakespeare’s time may have written “Shakespeare’s” work. One of these is Francis Bacon. Sir Francis Bacon was and is an excellent poet; some of his works include The Life of a Man, and Guiltless Heart. He, like Shakespeare, was very well educated and knew the law. He often made references about the law in his writing, making him much like Shakespeare. While Bacon refers to the legal mumbo-jumbo quite literally, Shakespeare uses a slightly more metaphorical format. It is also argued that with Bacon’s many obligations it would have been impossible for him to write one hundred fifty-four sonnets and thirty-six plays.

Another man many have considered to have allegedly written these works is Christopher Marlowe. Marlowe was a very dramatic poet and had many works under his belt. Marlowe, however, died in 1593 and therefore couldn’t have written most of Shakespeare’s work. Those that support Marlowe claimed that he didn’t actually die and went on to write all of Shakespeare’s great works, but in my opinion that’s just the Marlowe supporters being stubborn.

The last man I will discuss is William Stanley Derby, a Poet of that time and husband of Elizabeth Vere. The Shakespeare Oxford Society seems to like this option because he could have aided Edward De Vere in writing the scripts. In several letters it states that Derby was only interested in comedies, and thus rules him out for writing Romeo and Juliet among many other works. Also, his life does not fit in with the autobiographical achievements of Shakespeare, therefore disabling him to write any of the works.

I have discussed four capable men, all of which I have ruled out. This leads me to believe that either Shakespeare was Shakespeare himself, or that he was in fact a woman. I’m leaning towards the Shakespeare is Shakespeare himself. Right now we’ve got a story that fits with when the plays were written and I don’t think that we should question that. As long as we’ve got the texts, who cares who wrote them?