Just checkin’ in before New Years. My cousin found this interesting bit of fiction on the internet written by a “Jenna Bush” for the “University of Texas” called Chanderalla. I recall having heard that one of George W. Bush’s twin daughters is named Jenna. I also heard somewhere that she attends the University of Texas. So this all is one big coincidence. Couldn’t be the same lass, could it?
Well, hell! I’m bored. I’m easily amused. And it is so rare an opportunity for me to be on the operating end of the red pen (I’m usually the kid receiving the blood-stained papers), I couldn’t resist. And I was seduced by the famous name, so what the heck! So we decided to savage the tale. (I decided to not MST it since my cousin has never heard of Mystery Science Theatre 3K)
This looks like it was an in-class writing, so I’ll go easier on her than we did earlier. I’ll ignore the grammar mistakes.
[sub](Example: The next day the mayor’s son announced that her was conducting a search for the mysterious girl who disappeared the night before.)[/sub]
Chanderalla??
Where did we get that name from? Ah, forget it!
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She and her father lived alone in their apartment for several years until … Her two new stepsisters moved into her room and she was forced to move her belongings to the basement…In her dream the dress was on a hanger in the attic.
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Wow, Harlem apartments have changed since I’ve been there. Did they have those fancy multi-level apartments when you lived in Harlem? (Actually, it would have been crueler if they forced the protagonist forced her to live in the storage closet or laundry room that most apartment buildings provide)
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On day a grand invitation for the Harlem street festival arrived in the mail.
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Do you realize how difficult it would be to turn a “street festival” into a invitation-only affair?
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As soon as Chanderalla entered the ballroom…
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Oh, that’s how they did it! The held the street fest off- the street!
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*When the stroke of the clock turned midnight (huh?) Chandralla turned from the mayor’s son and ran out of the ballroom. *
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Why? There was no magic used in this story! There is nothing important about this midnight deadline, except it was in the original story! Her mom’s dress wasn’t going to change back into old rags! Or did it?
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*When her stepsisters arrived home Chaderalla (sic) was lying in a basket of ashes with dirt covering her worn clothes. *
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We may never know!
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Finally, at dusk he arrived at Chanderalla’s apartment. He looked at both of the evil stepsisters and shook his head. He was about to walk out the door when he heard a beautiful song coming form (sic) the basement. And he knew it was the girl.
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HOW?!! There was never any mention of Chanderalla’s singing abilities! Not at the Ballroom Dance/Street Festival. Not at the abusive home. Nowhere! Why sing now?
And my favorite part… the postscript!
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I chose to revise Cinderella by changing some things about the heroine. First, I made her African American. I think it is unfortunate that there are no fairy tales with an African American heroine. Secondly, I made Chanderalla more intelligent. She didn’t just get married but she also went to college.
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And as evidence of Chanderalla’s keen intellect, the following sentences were added to this story: Chanderalla attended college (which she could now afford) and lived happily ever after.
Her brillance outshine all others. I stand in awe!
OK this may be a bit mean-spitited, and I wouldn’t even know about this if it wasn’t for the author’s name and alma mater! But I can’t get away with publishing stuff like this. (I must revise my work so it past muster with the professor’s pride) And anyway, I enjoyed the mental flossing!
By the way, I did find some other people’s work in the class enjoyable. I especially liked the Dysfunctionally Ever After by Kari Calaway. I don’t know of any famous people she is kin to. There are probably lots of grammar nits in that too, but the story was ‘interesting’ enough for it not to register.
Now I must return to the drudgery of a family get together in the icebox up north!
[sub](At least it didn’t snow at home while I was away! Sorry, Monfort! I bet Peta was glad!)[/sub]