Hamlet Receives Final College Rejection Letter
Despite the recent victory of his father’s army over that of Norway, Hamlet had become quite melancholy. As any seventeen year old of the time did, he applied to colleges in attempts to spread his wings and mature. He spent hours, decades (not literally), crafting what he believed to be the best measure of his life, intellect, and personality. The process was grueling - many of Hamlet’s teeth were pulled in the process.
Despite his efforts, despite the joyous state of his surroundings, despite his gay and innocent times of his childhood, he was rendered worthless. The letter, which still rested solitary on his desk, gloated at him despite being inanimate. As Hamlet sat at his desk, still stupefied at the realization of his disappointing future to come, all the joys of his youth slowly and painfully turned into sadness and resentment. He had been rejected from the last college left that he had applied to.
The large hours of the night turned small, then to the large of the day. Hamlet both mourned his former joyful, blissful self and began to plan his future. College, and with it his desire to research and aspirations of being a scholar, was clearly out of the realm of possibilities. What was he to do? Flee to Norway and settle on being a mere jester? Stay home and be content with tending the farm animals?