So I was recently in Disneyland (long drive but worth it, even if it only was for one day) and after getting off Space Mountain for the second time, I saw the most wonderful thing ever: a sign telling the times of Jedi training. I LOVE Star Wars. So much.
My heart did a leap when I saw that sign and that the last training session was in 30 minutes. I even made my own lightsaber at the store and paid $20 for it. I was ready to conquer that Jedi training.
Before I get into my story of obvious agism, I must put forth that the sign they put up indicated no sign of an age limit. I know it's supposed to be meant for kids, but I figure I'm still a kid, being under 18. There was NO AGE LIMIT POSTED. Now, on with the story.
After sitting among a group of kids ages 18 months to 12 years and their parents who were armed and ready with their cameras for half an hour, the people in charge of keeping everything calm prepared us for the "Jedi Masters."
I was the one kid over twelve who cheered when the two Jedi came out. An Asian guy did a bunch of flips and cool karate-Jedi moves with his plastic lightsaber while this other secondary Jedi chick just walked out there and stood there.
Then they started "feeling the force" and picking kids out of the audience for training, saying "the force is strong with this one" every third pick. That "Jedi" picked every single fucking kid, some of whom had probably just learned how to walk, EXCEPT me.
Every kid got picked except me.
I bet at least half of them don't even know who Luke Skywalker is! They probably didn't even know what a Jedi is! They didn't understand anything about Star Wars!
I was really upset after that but because the girl I was with wanted to see the training so we stayed.
And then, after a few moves and an ungodly amount of flashes from the parents's camera, Stormtroopers came out. (The kids picked probably didn't even know that they're the bad guys.)
So, as I obviously wasn't picked to be a Jedi, I started yelling "yeah! Go Dark Side! Go Empire!"
And when Darth Vader and Darth Maul came out, oh my god. The girl I was with (my mom's boyfriend's daughter) and I started bowing down and cheering. We shouted "Go Vader!"
As we were doing that, this secondary Jedi bitch glared at us. She stared at us for a good two minutes, the constipated look on her face never changing. I mean, she didn't have any good skills and now she's glaring at me? Bitch please.
They didn't want me to become a Jedi so I'm going to join the Sith. Deal with it. If you didn't want me joining the Sith, then you should have got me before I became jaded.
You're never too old to start your Jedi training (look at how awesome Luke Skywalker was in Return of the Jedi.)
Anyway, this bitch kept glaring at me and I was getting a little pissed off at her.
Finally it was over and the mini-Jedi graduated and I was able to leave.
I was kind of depressed after that, despite being in the "Happiest Place on Earth" because I really, really wanted to do the training. I felt bad.
So, Disneyland, put an age limit on the sign if you want to be so agist. At least then I wouldn't have gotten my hopes up for becoming a Jedi.
- Hayley C.