State Fair of Texas Year Review

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State Fair of Texas Year Review

Paola Hernandez Olvera, Co-Editor-in-Chief

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The annual State Fair of Texas is back and only somewhat better than ever. What usually makes for a great outing with family and friends, has unfortunately left me with some satisfaction, but unfortunately mostly disappointment and frustration.

In past years, everything about the fair was enticing to me. The food was something I loved. The rides were always fun, and the games were always exciting. This year, however, nothing really seemed to pop out. It could have just been the cold, rainy day on Oct. 14, our school’s Fair Day, or the fact that the food was overpriced. The lines everywhere were insanely long, and the transition from place to place was a grueling push and shove fest.

Don’t get me wrong, I left the fair with a smile on my face, but it wasn’t the actual place that was the main cause of it. It was the people I was with, my family. People say that children can make fun out of anything, whether it be a cardboard box or a simple toy, but my 6-year-old sister’s expression at the fair, a place that is supposed to be fun, will make many question if that stereotype, is in fact, true. I guess there was a good thing about the long lines and wait times. After all, I got to spend time counting all the raindrops that fell on my sister’s and I’s faces.

Perspectives change with age. I remember being 11 years old when my parents last took my sister and me to the fair. It was cold and humid that day as well, but we were all having a good time. My mom bought us all funnel cakes and chocolate-covered strawberries, and my dad got on most of the fair rides with me and my sister. At the end of the day, we got on the Ferris wheel and just talked for the entire time we were at the top. The experience made me happy, and it still is one of my favorite memories with my family. I was 11 and carefree. I didn’t have to worry much about how much money we were spending, and I didn’t pay much attention to the incredibly long lines for the overpriced food and rides. As long as we were all having fun, it didn’t matter to me.

All negativity aside, of which, unfortunately, there has been much of so far, I’m more disappointed than angry. I was really looking forward to having a great time like I usually do. I never really paid much attention to how much money my family spent at the fair each year. Seeing as 60 coupons, which conveniently cost you $30 a pop, don’t really last you long enough because of the typical 16 coupons per food item or ride, people spend $30 over and over again just to buy a corn dog or two that would cost them $3 or $5 for a package of 12 at Walmart. Quite frankly, it’s ridiculous.

Even though I was cold and just fed up at the end of the day, and I wanted nothing more than to go home and eat some pasta, things took a slight turn towards Happy Town. I was already walking towards the exit when I realized that I had a few tickets left over. I looked to my right and realized that there were food stands lined up against a building wall. I shrugged and went over, pulled out my tickets, and counted them- 16 tickets left, no more, no less. I looked at the menu and the only thing that I could afford was a basket of chicken tenders and fries, and a drink, so that’s what I ordered. I got my food and I was disappointed when I only received three tenders and a load of fries. However, it all went away when I took a bite. The chicken tenders and fries were so good that my mood was lifted instantly. I guess it just goes to show that some things aren’t so bad after all.

Although the chicken tenders were great, the state fair was still, just not my cup of tea this year. From the prices to the lines and quality of the environment, I couldn’t find it in myself to really enjoy it as much as I used to. My experience had some definite ups and downs, but my overall verdict would still have to be a definite “no.” However, I still have hope for future years so, here’s to hoping next year will be better and not worse than this year.

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