Blank Slate- By Katherine Hutter

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A short essay I wrote for English Class this year.

Submitted: May 02, 2011

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Blank Slate Six billion and a half is the approximate number of humans living on the earth today. This number is constantly growing and changing while you sit at home and watch last night’s episode of The Bachelor on TiVo, only representing that teeny tiny number of one. If this is the first time that you have been awoken to this cruel reality, don’t fret. Like the rest of the world, you have a past filled with memories and a bright future to make more. No single person is the same. Whether your personality is serious, outgoing, quirky, or secluded, you are set apart from the rest. The people in your life shape who you are as well. These folk can be represented in different ways. For instance, your best friend could be your big rock, always there for you and willing to shelter you from the metaphorical storm that is your problems. Your mother is a vaccine, although not always received with good spirits, she means well. You have a metaphor for yourself, and so do I. To ourselves we are a blank sheet of paper, ready to be written upon with each new person that arrives in our lives. Most people come into contact with another human every day. By first impression you know what they look like. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and a nose destined to be large are just a few details you may notice in me. This is my blank sheet of paper. No matter what you do or what you say I will always remain an eleven by four inch rectangle. As we talk, you will discover basic facts about myself. These include soccer and lacrosse player, Nordic skier, jeans and t-shirt wearer and member of the anti-pop music movement, just to name a few. These things are taken note of on my blank slate. While conversing we begin to separate the things that we have in common from the things we do not have in common. It is agreed that music from the 80’s is rad, but the fact that Bon Jovi makes me feel like ill doesn’t sit well with you. Added to my paper are these similarities and differences. The closer we become, the more is added to the sheet of paper that is me. Pretty soon it becomes filled with random facts about me, like my obsession with preserving memories, my travel ambitions, and my love for all things chocolate. The years go by and this once simple sheet of paper is covered by the memories we have created with each other. Your view of me has changed completely, yet I still remain in my original eleven by four inch rectangle.


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