Preparation for the future could be determined as impossible, for who really knows what’s to come, if it hasn’t already happened? However if it was determined impossible, then every night before we fall asleep, our memories of waking up the morning before would be completely erased. We would have no recollection of how the sun rose, and how the frost that sat on our windows was the first thing we felt. We wouldn’t be able to prepare ourselves the way the soil has for the rain fall, because the future would be unknown. In spite of that idea, this is not the way the world spins. We prepare ourselves for the next minute to come, just as clocks prepare us for business meetings and appointments.
High School is preparation in it’s purest sense. We rise with the sun and frost kissed windows, because the clocks we’ve set the night before have rung. Our lives begin with each step through the halls in which we’ve spent the last four years. Yet, with this universal preparation we are divided individuals. Each of us is a link and every link, every person, is connected with one another. We are thick metal strands comprised with a hole in the middle of every one of us. Through this hole is where we shine our individual light, then creating a fiery luminescent mass. We create this universal light, through our solitary holes. The light which is shone through consists of our lives. Every day accomplishments, family reunions, first jobs, first kisses. If we juxtapose high school with this light we would see the lines of preparation in which we subconsciously created ourselves.
I am a link with grooves in it’s metal consistency. I intend on shining unfamiliar light. Throughout these past four years of my life I have come to many realizations, not only about myself, but about my contribution to my surrounding community as a student, a daughter, a sister and a lover.
Through the experiences in which these grooves on my link are placed, I have really found myself within writing and visual art. Art is a constant companion, especially to those who don’t quite see it yet. It’s always there, mostly within oneself. The ability to find it, to take action upon it is just the start of a masterpiece. Michelangelo had once said, “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free”. The ability to see the angel in the marble is where Michelangelo’s art began. The carving of it’s wings was the action set out for the public, for people incorporate into their own realities. I strive to do the same as Michelangelo, to find the angel in the marble and begin to carve. On the other side of the art world is writing. It provides me with the opportunity to be whoever I want to be, just with the simple stroke of a pen. It’s a form of theater, just without a projected voice. Rather, one that could be interpreted how ever it may be by the reader themselves. I like to make people think, I like to inspire people. Through writing, painting and photography. Some of my favorite authors consist of Sylvia Plath, Ernest Hemingway, and of course the members of the beat generation; Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William Burroughs. It’s not often that these poets are are taught in school. I lie between the field of appreciating that factor, and completely despising it. I want to be the author that people react to, whether with hate or love, confusion or disgust. Regardless of being scoffed at, or admired, these people created a reaction from the general public, and I know I have the ability to do the same.
I am interested in the smaller things. There isn’t a time where I’m not thinking in one way or another. I’m curious about how things became, and the art within everything. I like to push limits and explore boundaries within the academic, political, and social world. I am a hard worker, and when I want to know or create something, I will. I am drawn to diversity and issues. I believe I’m a leader and have strong listening skills. I’m a good friend, and put my heart into everything I do. I am only one link within this chain, we are all a part of the gradual pull and the creation of light. We’re connected, and through the preparation we’ve been handed we’ve evolved enough to realize who we are. I am Emma Cherry, I am a writer, I am an artist, I am one link on this chain, and my light is different.
