Spring 2006 Sisyphus - St. Louis University High School
Spring 2006 Sisyphus - St. Louis University High School
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thought to myself, but remind me of it in times<br />
when I think you’ve forsaken me.<br />
The music for the play began, warning everyone<br />
to “gather ’round for the scary story!” I<br />
recognized Rose’s ten-year-old cousin Rachel<br />
acting as the announcer.<br />
In the show, “The Legend of Pumpkin<br />
Holler,” Rose played Katrina, the daughter of<br />
a rich family; one of the guys, Ryan, played<br />
her boyfriend Mike; and an older man, Wayne,<br />
played a schoolteacher, “Itchy Bob” Crane, who<br />
planned on marrying Katrina to get all the famous<br />
succotash that her mother made. Rose put on her<br />
strongest southern accent to invite both guys to a<br />
ghost-story-telling contest at her house. She told<br />
a story about<br />
ghosts eating<br />
a weary traveler,<br />
Itchy Bob<br />
told the story<br />
of the goblins<br />
that threw corn<br />
at the farmers<br />
on nights with<br />
full moons,<br />
and Mike told<br />
the story of<br />
the Headless<br />
H o r s e m a n ,<br />
who searched<br />
every night for<br />
the head he lost to a cannonball in the Civil War.<br />
The play ended with Itchy Bob getting chased<br />
out of town by the infamous Headless Horseman<br />
(who would have been scarier if I hadn’t seen<br />
through the gauze that covered his face that it<br />
was Ryan).<br />
After the play, Rose and the other two stuck<br />
around to talk to the kids who had watched<br />
the show. The two boys seemed particularly<br />
enthralled by Rose. I smiled when I recognized<br />
their infatuated looks. Eventually, their mother<br />
ushered them on to go see the next set of pig<br />
races. Rose went backstage to change out of her<br />
costume, and I went to wait by the bonfire.<br />
When she returned, we went with her mother<br />
and Rachel on a haunted hayride with most of<br />
the people who were still there (with a half hour<br />
until closing time, there couldn’t have been more<br />
than thirty people left). Rose sat on my right,<br />
and on my left was a likable elderly man whose<br />
jokes often caused the entire wagon to laugh.<br />
We faced the inside of the wagon, which meant<br />
that any number of people could surprise us from<br />
behind.<br />
Nothing on the ride was scary—there were<br />
a few crucified figures that I didn’t approve<br />
of—but other than that it was rather funny. Her<br />
mother spent much of the time talking with the<br />
old man and Wayne, and laughing into her hand<br />
Tim Se lt z e r<br />
at the things the<br />
old man said.<br />
The little boys<br />
acted scared<br />
by everything<br />
and dove back<br />
and forth trying<br />
to hide (I<br />
think they were<br />
showing off for<br />
Rose. One especially<br />
kept<br />
looking at her<br />
to see if she<br />
noticed), but<br />
even funnier<br />
was Rose instinctively diving into the center<br />
of the wagon in fear of the chainsaw-wielding,<br />
Freddie-esque figure that ran up from behind<br />
the wagon. She was laughing, embarrassed, as<br />
I helped her back into her seat.<br />
The hayride had to end, unfortunately. We<br />
finally came back around to the loading dock,<br />
and everyone started toward the stairs. As I<br />
stood and offered my hand to Rose, though,<br />
her mom stopped me. “Nuh-uh, stay there. I<br />
need pictures of you two,” she said, pushing<br />
me back down into the seat. I grinned, knowing<br />
that Rose would share the pictures with me next<br />
time we saw each other. After the flashes (and