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Paper 1
December 12th. 5:00 PM. Another Friday night beckons to me with icy, alluring
fingers. It’s been too long since the last, certainly longer than a week. You see, my
escape from the confines of the glass cage that I live in only occurs on a weekly basis. I
am an average high school senior, in all respects of the word ‘average.’ Hardly more of a
social presence than the common housefly, I am not even worthy of the nasty high school
gossip that pervades the halls and my ears. Yet, Friday night is my forbidden lover.
Friday night always stretches her wretched hand and places the hammer in my lap. The
beautiful, glistening hammer rests in my hands! I can feel the pulse, the swish. Tonight I
will raise the hammer up, and I will swing until the glass bars shatter. Such is always a
beautiful sight: the glisten of the glass as it soars through the air, the dull thud of the
December 13th. 5:00 AM. The walls have been eradicated. I have leaped up and
felt the space around me! My brother let me tag along to a big house party in our
neighborhood. Familiar faces leapt out at every corner, even as we walked in. Yet, no
eyes met my gaze. My brother disappeared, melting into the crowd as he searched for his
girlfriend. I paused, standing amongst a sea of personality and expression. The only
thing to do was to dive in. A faceless boy handed me a glass. No, that is untrue. I can
still envision his face as clearly as I did then. His golden locks were perfectly disheveled.
His green eyes flared red as the glass was shoved before me. I could hear the familiar
magnified and cleared, as if I had been cured of astigmatism. I was certain that smiles
crossed my path. The familiarity was warm. Friday night always has a way of drawing
me in and comforting my fears, my anxieties, and my frustrations. I only wish that the
cage wasn’t reconstructed each and every time. Each glimpse outside of my cell fastens
and emboldens my desire to escape, time and time again. I wonder if I am alone in this
struggle. Alas, it is useless conjecture and my desire for sleep is greater than my
yearning to engage the mysterious smiling faces. It is strange that they stand under such
turbulence. It is as if the house rests upon the ocean. It even causes seasickness! But
that is of no consequence; the smiling faces look down and giggle whenever I cannot
control my sickness. Their smiles are enough reassurance. I can fall asleep content, no
December 15th. 11:00 AM. I’ve reached the pinnacle. The events of last Friday,
as hazy as they may be, spurned all too much pathos. I cannot sit back whilst the faces
around me can maintain such consistent complacency. Why can’t I even muster a sham
of their social capacity? It’s as if they aren’t human. Why do I have to leave my cage
just to glimpse the outside? Why is the cage even there? Am I the only one that isn’t
blind? Or is it my perspective that is beyond repair? In terms of sanity, I feel alone, cold
and alone. My frustration boils, thus my conclusion has been set. I will contend to break
my cage again and again. Time spent for rest and recuperation is an unnecessary
desire to really engage those around me makes any counterpoint into a quibble.
Therefore, I sit in the cafeteria, munching on stale pizza and drinking something a tad
bitterer than milk. I am still alone; as if my glass cage even obscures the table I sit at.
do.
December 15th. 3:00 PM. I’m really starting to get used to life without a cage. It
is the happiest I’ve ever been. Vague glances have become open smiles. Warm laughter
blankets my steps. People look at me in class! I talk in, even out of, class! I walked up
to a girl after Calculus, and I asked her a question about the homework assignment. She
giggled and said...something. I’m not quite sure what. I do remember that she was quite
pretty though. She had blonde hair. No, that’s not true. But it’ll do, as nothing else
comes to mind. This kind of happiness is unprecedented. The cold glass no longer
living, and not for short glimpses of time. Given the means, I can live eternal. Ah, what
a romantic thought!
December 17th. 7:00 PM. Normality has its consequences. I no longer have any
desire to keep this account of my quest for sanity. It has been achieved, and I am content.
I don’t have much use for contemplation or delegation. I exist outside of myself. The
cage has faded away at last. I remember the last time I swung the mallet into its
glistening bars. Glass smashed into thousands of bits, each reflecting the image of my
face. They settled upon the ground and I walked on. My only burden is the hammer. It
But I’ll just keep swinging. It’s all that keeps me alive. It’s all I need.