I, personally, am I huge Star Wars fanatic. I will be sitting somewhere-probably reading-and if I hear someone just whisper a Star Wars term, I will freak out, run over to them, and become their best friend because the Force unites us. All my cohorts are Star Wars fans, and if they are not, they either become a Star Wars fan or they make up for it in some other way. Of course, I was not always like this. In fact, when I was little, like first grade little, I could not give a prequel about Star Wars. Get it, because the prequels are crap. Back in the good old days of the early 2000’s, girls were not allowed to like “boy things” and boys were forbidden to like “girl things.” Therefore, to stay in the…show more content… Each of us stood on a circle near the edge of the stage. Our “master” taught us how to use the swords (which were called lightsabers) by flicking them out and pushing up on a red button. My ended up being purple, and for some reason, I was very happy about the color. She taught us our routine which was: hit left leg, right leg, block, hit left shoulder, right shoulder, then go for head. We practiced memorizing these moves for maybe ten minutes. For some reason this was extremely hard for me. Now that I look at it I know that those moves are basic stage-fighting moves, but back then I only saw them as complicated and…show more content… It was my turn, and I walked forward to face this enemy.
“Activate your lightsaber!” the Jedi woman shouted.
I flicked my weapon forward. Pressed forward on the red button. And.
Nothing happened. What? No! Why won’t you open? I was beginning to freak out continuously trying to reactivate my sword. I looked up at my teacher and then to Vader, all I could think, I have a bad feeling about this.
I was quickly handed the already activated blue lightsaber from the Jedi Master, and went through the routine flawlessly. My adrenaline was running and-in my head-I was fighting for my life.
Our duel ended, and I was shuffled back to the group. I finally realized that I really missed my purple lightsaber. Darth and the troopers retreated, Force Yoda gave us words of wisdom, and we were led off stage and handed little Padawan diplomas. I got my bragging rights and received a new obsession. Moral of the story, make sure your lightsaber is operational before you fight a Sith Lord, and do not let people tell you what you can and cannot like, because ninety-nine percent of them will never go to Disney World, never fight a Sith Lord, and never be happy with
