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Paper 2
Paper 2
Professor Hoffmann
Honors 2109
18 February 2018
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Emilia.
The name leaves his mouth. Emilia. A stranger. We look at each other across the room and smile
in synchrony. Emilia. A complete stranger. What story should I tell her? What story do you tell a
complete stranger? Emilia. We meander out of the building. I take a deep breathe, hoping to
inhale some sort of inspiration. I exhale. Sadly, Just air. I ask her where she wants to walk and
we casually decide on a trail up-campus towards the Bonneville shoreline. Each crisp footstep
towards the hills accompanied by hesitant silence adds to my increasing anxiety. What is a good
story to tell? What story tells her all that she needs to know about me? Me, with my odd
complexities and hard-to-understand nuances. Nuances and complexities that are only
understood in time. It is time for me to take another breath. Inhale, Exhale. Luckily, this time
more than oxygen reaches my brain. This time a bit of common sense binds to the hemoglobin
and reaches my head. I do not need to give a crash course on myself. An introduction seems like
the natural precursor to opening the floodgates of the defining trials, triumphs and tribulations of
Biology. Its progress. I continue, covering the superficial basics of my life. I’m an Idaho
boy, born and raised. I was a state cross country runner and wrestler. I have an undying devotion
to my husky Denali even though she is 250 miles away from me. I love my family and suddenly
there’s a crack in my voice and there’s a water filling my eyes and I realize—I know what story I
Sydney, my role model, confidant, best friend, mentor, sister. She is the single most
influential person in my life. As I tell Emilia about her, my smile widens, my eyes glow, and my
step livens. As stumbling blonde-haired blue-eyed toddlers, I was Sydney’s shadow. I wanted to
do everything she did and be everything she was. I only saw her strengths. She was intelligent,
driven, confidant, athletic, successful, and compassionate. She excelled through high school as
valedictorian, varsity soccer captain, and lead in the school play. I was incapable of seeing her
Once Sydney moved to Utah for school, my perception of her shattered. Now, I’m sure
Emilia can notice a quiver in my lips, a somberness in my eyes, and a heaviness in my step. Once
separated I was forced to witness my sister battle depression. Watching her suffer was the worst
pain I had ever suffered. My sister’s superhuman image was gone. She was broken. Strangely
this did not alter how I feel about her. If, anything it enhanced all that I had previously felt.
Seeing Sydney conquer her demons and rise victorious caused me to love her and look up to her
I look up at Emilia through foggy eyes and apologize for the sincerity of my story. I
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I feel a burden lifted. An albatross’s weight leaves my shoulder as I see it take perch on
Emilia’s. I cannot help but feel responsible because, now, she feels obligated to match my
emotional depth and severity. She breathes. Inhale. Exhale. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles.
Emilia has a cousin, Toby. As she tells me about Toby her smile widens, her eyes glow,
and her step livens. As young children, growing up in rural Utah, they were inseparable. She
beams and describes how Toby’s intelligence and capacity for knowledge are only matched by
his empathy and capacity for compassion. She wanted to be smart and kind, just like him. But –
He was homeschooled in the small town of Vernal, Utah. He was isolated from most of
his community, most of the world. His brilliance was occupied by cycling interests: botany,
ornithology, geology, paleontology. Each ran it course and his mind was left with excess
amounts of spare time. Tragically, counting calories occupied the vacancy. Soon Toby’s new
interest collapsed into diagnosable anorexia. Emilia was forced to watch as he suffered, starving
Toby was quickly relocated to a Salt Lake City rehabilitation hospital. Emilia was no
longer able to recognize her beloved cousin. As she recounts the event I can see her jaw tense
and her language become rushed, terser. Her teeth clench and a pained smile holds back the well
of pooling emotions. It hurts. She hurts, remembering how her role model broke. She hurts
remembering how her role model became human. But – then she smiles.
This time she really smiles, not the same as before. This smile is fueled by the very
emotion its predecessor held back. Her grin parts and she tells me that Toby won. He beat
anorexia.
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We reach the peak of out stroll, turn around, and descend back down the trail. We
walk in silence. This silence is different than before. This silence is complete. Complete and full
of breath and connection. Complete and full of meaning. A meaning that I try to understand—but
I cannot seem to qualify. I see common themes, ideas, and motifs in both of our narratives but I
cannot bring myself to reduce our individual and shared experiences into a trivial assertion about
We keep walking. I still cannot decide what to write my essay about. I need to tell my
story and I need to tell her story. I need to share my experience, but I need to relate it her
experience. I need to talk about what she feels and what she felt and how I love and how I hurt
and how she loves and she hurts and what I feel and I felt and we are back at the honors college.
We look at each other. We smile. She thanks me for our walk. I thank her for sharing a beautiful
afternoon together. We breath together. Inhale. Exhale. Luckily something more than oxygen
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