EnigMa 2017

Lampeter-Strasburg High School1007 Village Road, Box 428Lampeter, PA 17537

EQUAL RIGHTS AND OPPORTUNITIES POLICYLampeter-Strasburg School District is an equal opportunity education institution and will not discriminate on the basis of race, color, national origin, religion, age, sex, marital status, or hand-icaps and disabilities in its activities, programs or employment practices as required by Title VI, Title IX and Section 504. For information regarding civil rights or persons, contact the Assistant Superintendent.

Superintendent: Dr. Kevin PeartAssistant Superintendent: Dr. Andrew M. GodfreyPrincipal: Dr. Benjamin FeeneyAssistant Principals: Dr. Scott Rimmer and Mrs. Michelle Westphal Enigma would like to thank Dr. Feeney, the rest of the administration, and school board for their support. We would also like to thank Mr. Scott Cantrell, Ms. Meg Lau, Ms. Jennifer Braas and the entire Language Arts department for their help with the art and writing. We thank Mr. Adam Zurn and the Limelight Staff for providing the L-S community with exposure to student art and writing. Finally, thanks to all of the student artists and writers who contribute so much to the culture of Lampeter-Strasburg High School.

*Front Cover Artwork by Izzy Mazaheri**Back Cover Artwork by McKenna Glessner

Enigma Staff Editing/Proofreading: Camille Holzbauer

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Table of Contents - Page - Contributor Name Work Title

1 Makenna Glessner Image 2 Abby Gordley Image Alina Rutherford 3 Anonymous What Could Be More Artifi cial 4 Madison Stabinger Image 5 -6 Savannah Schickel Oreo 7 Natalie Ludwig Image Emma Witmer Image 8 Sami Williams Image 9 Shannon Ferrari Image 10 Madison Stabinger Doodle on the Back #1 - Image Jazmin Grove Doodle on the Back #2 - Image 11 Maximo Franco Human Maze 12 Izzy Mazaheri Image 13 Sarah Johnson Image 14 Ericka Neff Image Sarah Baxter Image Sarah Johnson Image 15 Autumn Peters Image Ericka Neff Image 16-17 Drew Bell the big picture 18-19 A.D. Living In A Dream 20 Anonymous The Compass Points North 21 Shyla Boose Alone 22 Aliza Howe Image 23-24 Anonymous Thoughts 25 Hailey Welchans Image Madison Stabinger Haley Donaldson 26 Jordie Chin Image 27 Camille Holzbauer Image 28 Ericka Neff Image Nevin Hoenninger Image Emily Frey Image

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29 Hanna Garber Image Amanda Hay Image Izzy Gleason Image 30 Jordanne Brodersen Image 31 Rachel Fish Image 32 Makenna Glessner Image 33 Morgan Groff Image 34 Jordie Chin Image 35 Larson Kessler Image Nevin Hoenninger Image Steven Sines Image Steven Sines Image Rachel Myers Image 36-38 Alize Howe No. 25739 39-40 A.D. White 41 Roz Roth Image 42 Shyla Boose Missing You 43 John Kieley Image Image 44 Aliza Howe “Movement is Volume” Image

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Makenna Glessner

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Abby Gordley & Alina Rutherford

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What Could Be More Artifi cial Anonymous

What could be more artifi cialthan rows of white mailboxesoutside of identical white housesadorned with blue fl owers?The only symbol of defi anceamong perfect symmetryThe azure blooms are realand upon close inspectionI realizewith a small sense of satisfaction that they are rippedtornriddled with little imperfectionsand peering downI see blades of grasspoking through cracked cementThey will defeat the human questfor controlfor perfection

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Madison Stabinger

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Oreo Savannah Schickel

I miss the days when junk food could passThrough my stomach like a train without brakesWhen I was a kid I gobbled enough gobstoppersTo fi nance my dentist’s MercedesAnd chewed enough chocolate ‘till my face explodedIn a collage of pimplesLike pepperoni pizza.Because who needs middle school crushes when you’ve got Hershey kisses? The art of snacking was always carefreeUntil I had my fi rst Oreo.There I was swallowing them wholeWhile the other kids would twist them apartLicking off the brown shell like used Kleenexes.Stacie said, “The white part just tasted better.”The irony of all this is that my mother used to say“You are what you eat,”But the fi rst time someone called me an OreoMade nothing about my skin feel sweet.When somebody tells youThat you aren’t really blackThey’ll smile a shade of importanceAnd expect you to wear their words like a medal.They expect you to cling to these wordsAs if their bigature is the closest your hands will ever comeTo touching white privilege.When someone calls you an OreoThey’ll hit the emergency ejection button on their throatAnd force a laugh that assures youThat you’d be a fool to be off endedBecause this is how they thank youFor not forcing them to swallow the parts of youThat don’t sit right in their stomachs,In their suburbs,In their supremacies.

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Oreo, Cont’d

“Stacie, thank you for showing me that you don’t have to call me a dog,To make me feel like you’re my owner.”You-- you are the reason I can’t raise my hand in the lecture hallWithout feeling like a traitor to my own complexion,As if the only way I can kick start my careerIs to stand on the free-throw line.She called me an OreoBecause I was the fi rst shade of brown She hadn’t seen on the O’Reilly Show.I was the fi rst shade of brownShe hadn’t gotten served to herIn a Starbucks cup and white washing,White washing is adding creamer to your coff eeBecause you’ve become so dependent on artifi cial sweetenerSo it’s easier to swallow.Because you love the caff eine butYou can’t stand how bitterly the blackness bindsTo your tongue.But forgive me for refusing to sugarcoat my skin,For whenever you need a pick me up.Your compliments are as hollow as a paper mache smile.I refuse to shake hands with someoneWho thinks my hands should be in cuff s.Blackness is not something we abandonThe moment we grow too large to fi t your television screen.I will never ever stay silent in a world that expects me to leapAt my own ancestryJust to earn its acceptance.Acceptance means more than looking for a mirror in someone else,What makes you think the best we can be is a refl ection of you.So pardon my French,But forget you and your Oreo, Klondike, York bars, and Peppermint Patties.Stop calling us candy.You’re feeding us empty caloriesAnd they will never fi ll us.

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Natalie Ludwig

Emma Witmer

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Sami Williams

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Shannon Ferrari

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Madison Stabinger and Jazmin Grove

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Human Maze Maximo Franco

Clouds darken the ground.Blocking out the sun.All thoughts disappear.Make others despair.This is the human mind.Complexity and divine.Its greatness shines,Yet darkens though.For greater goods,and greater fears.If though shall fall,thy shall rise,for diff erences fl y, and sadness dies.It will return corrupt,but still be weak.For if your heart is pure,It will be stronger than the mind.Try to stay on a path,use the light to shine its last.For once the light’s gone,lost in the mind you will fall.Never see the sun again.Never see your love again.Always stay purer than your mind.So nothing you love will die.

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Izzy Mazaheri

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Sarah Johnson

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Ericka Neff

Sarah Johnson

Sarah Baxter

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Autumn Peters

Ericka Neff

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the big picture Drew Bell

marble is a good surface for noise to be madeon(especially with heels), and the tik-tok-tik-tok of movement in Pradabounces along the currents of conversation of the women as they come and gotalking of da vinci, raphael, dutch masters.

some speak in fl urries, others in blizzardssome with anticipation, others with weariness“The reality of it is unbelievable”“It speaks in ways language can’t”“It’s so moving”“I think the importance of it is in what itexpresses”“If I see another Madonna and child, I will lodgemy keys in my forehead”Traipsing about arches, hallways and stair fl ights,searchingfor the big picture.

“It’s got to be here somewhere”“Well it’s so large, there’s no way we could miss it”“Wait! Here behind the titian!”“No, that can’t be it, it’s much too small”“What if it’s the titian itself?”“No, that can’t be, the Rothko we passed was much bigger than it”

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the big picture, cont’d.

“But the Rothko was just red. If that counted,so would the lavatory walls. They’re red andlarge”“Well, if you ask me, titian looks like davinci”

Traipsing about arches, hallways and stairfl ights, searchingfor the big picture. “We must fi nd the curatorif we want to get anywhere before close”“I wonder where they put the maps for thisplace”“who knows if we’ll fi nd it,let’s call it at 5,no matter what, hit the gift shopand then get something to eat”and so they went

traipsing about arches, hallways and stairfl ightssearchingfor the big picture.

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Living In A Dream A.D.

I feel as thoughI am living in a dream.Everything around meis a blur. I am walking on glass,tip-toeing,careful not to trod too hardfor fear this fragile realitywill break.The fl ameslick at my heels,andI welcome themwith open arms.They are the only thingthat keeps me going,yet I burn slowlyfrom the inside out.I am destroying myself in this false reality.I am trappedin a snowglobe,awaiting the next fl urry of a storm.I want so badly to escape,to break the glass.

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Living In A Dream, cont’d.

Instead, I fi nd myselfpressed against the wallsentranced by thismade up world.I am mesmerized.I cannot peelmy eyes from what is inside.I want to leave,butI feel the pullto stay. AndStaying is so much easier, that is, until you are forcedto let go.

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The Compass Points North Anonymous

The compass points northTowards that guiding starA beacon of lighttaking travelers towardpredetermined destinationsOn maps drawn long agoby those master cartographersIt’s reliabilityconstancysecurityI smashed mine long agoI’d rather wander through darknesstripping on tangled rootstumbling through underbrushto fi nd a path of my own creation.

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Alone Shyla Boose

Echoing footstepsLone eagle fl ies through the nightMe, myself, and I

Roz Roth

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Aliza Howe

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Thoughts Anonymous

Nobody caresWhat I think,What I do,What I feel.It has no importance,To anyone at all,Only to me.Only I feel the painAnd the emotions inside.Everyone wears a maskTo make it seem as if,Maybe,They could understand.“Of course it matters!”But it doesn’t, Not to them,It doesn’t matter.Only to me.Only I care… Nobody caresAt all.But maybe, one day,Possibly, there’s a chance.Someone might care.One day someone might care enoughTo love, me Little old meThat no one cares about.That day has come.Today is the dayI am loved!I have worth!PeopleCare.

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Thoughts, cont’d.

For me,And for you.Friends, Family,Those “more than friends”They all care for meAnd yours care for you. They always willAnd they always haveDon’t ever forget itLove is preciousAnd you have it.

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Hailey Welchans, Madison Stabinger and Haley Donaldson

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Jordie Chin

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Camille Holzbauer

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Ericka Neff

Nevin Hoenninger

Emily Frey

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Amanda Hay

Hanna Garber

Izzy Gleason

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Jordanne Brodersen

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Rachel Fish

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Makenna Glessner

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Morgan Groff

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Jordie Chin

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Nevin Hoenninger

Larson Kessler

Rachel Myers

Steven Sines

Steven Sines

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No. 25739 Aliza Howe

Sira held her rifl e at the ready as she strode through the winding streets of the de-serted city, the massive, cramped buildings with their crumbling roofs looming over her, casting entire streets in shadow. She skirted the rubble in the streets — concrete, shat-tered old beer bottles, sprawling dead vines, the occasional rusted out car frame — with the litheness of a cat; Sira knew these streets well. She walked them daily. It was nearing 20:00 (she knew from the green digits that blinked in the upper right corner of her visual fi eld), and as the sky darkened above her, Sira quickened her pace; this one wouldn’t be diffi cult. Besides, she had a schedule to maintain. Ailith Elliott, the girl’s name was. She had been on the run for several days, appar-ently, and from the looks of it, she was weaving toward the city centre. God knows why, Sira thought, shifting the gun in her grasp as her night vision turned on with a low beep. Sira was the only one out. She always was; she was the fi rst android of her kind who was capable of locating and eliminating a target in under an hour. The others were piti-ful — it took the fastest of them three hours to capture a mere human vigilante — but she knew that it was not necessarily their faults; it was all down to the programmers. It had taken ten years for the Code to be perfected, and it took four years longer for the bodily structure to be optimized for the rigorous combat to which it would be subjected. It was a seamless structure, too, and for this Sira was immensely grateful; she ap-peared humanoid enough to pass as a biological female. The creators had gone so far as to cover the fl exible metallic fi bers of her “muscle” with a synthetic skin-like material with nerve endings just as sensitive as a human’s. She had no hair, however; it vastly decreased her ability to see her opponent in the midst of combat, and the insertion procedure was fairly costly and time-consuming. Hair seemed cumbersome to maintain, anyway. Her eyebrows, however — for she did have eyebrows, at least — were of synthetic fi bers thin as hair but invincible to fi re. A shrill beep sounded in her ear, accompanied by a bright red pinprick of light moving slowly across her vision. “Pull up the map,” she murmured, and overlaid over her vision there came a map of the surrounding area.

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No. 25739, cont’d.

This was one of the many advantages of the Code; there was a GPS built into her in-terface that created a visual mapping of her area… along with, of course, the coordinates of her target. Presently, it seemed that the Elliott girl — a blinking red dot on the green map — was only two blocks ahead of her. “Minimize map.” The map shrank down into the lower right corner, the pinpricks of both Sira and the Elliott girl moving steadily about it. Ahead of Sira, the red light in the street slowed and stopped behind a building about a block ahead. Sira picked up to a jog as she neared the street corner. The dot in her vision was moving around just slightly, which implied that the girl had entered the building and was presently rummaging through one of the front rooms. Sira rounded the corner, and the dot froze. Stopping dead in the street, Sira brought up her rifl e, fi xing to aim as she shrank against the outside wall of the building. As she inched closer to the doorway, the red dot blinked thrice and a name appeared above it.

NO. 25739GIVEN NAME: AILITH ELLIOTTAGE: 22 YEARSRESIDENCE: UNKNOWN

Flat against the wall, stepping cautiously, silently, Sira neared the doorway. It was 20:01. The sky was darkened to nearly black. Sira adjusted her audio interface so that the breeze rolling in was muted. She was right at the entrance. She noticed that there were mangled, rusted hinges mounted to the wall, as though there had once been a door there. She stood inhumanly still, waiting and listening. Her fi nger moved to the trigger of her rifl e.. The faintest sound of shuffl ing reached her, and Sira darted forward, turning into the doorway, rifl e aimed. The entire fi rst fl oor seemed to be two vast rooms with a wall separating the front room from the back. A quick scan told Sira that the girl was in the other room, so she strode forward through the second doorway directly ahead of her and turned sharply to her left when she saw movement in her peripheral vision. The girl was in the corner, crouched low to the fl oor as if trying to hide. Sira could not comprehend why the girl thought that would be useful; there was literally nothing in the room. It was stripped bare.

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No. 25739, cont’d.

Humans always did this. They always tried to hide or run, and it was entirely use-less. Didn’t they understand that Sira had superior geolocation capabilities? This girl was raising her head, at least. When she saw Sira before her, gun aimed, her eyes widened and she scrambled to her feet. “No,” she said, voice trembling. Through her tangled mane of dark red hair, her eyes were rimmed red. “Please don’t, I need help!” She was backing away from the corner, away from Sira, and her eyes were wide, plead-ing, crazed, and she was breathing erratically. “Please I have a family I have a daughter my daughter needs me I need to get back to her I need her to know I’ll al—” Sira squeezed the trigger, and in a blinding fl ash of light that momentarily skewed the night vision, Ailith Elliott hit the wall and crumpled to the fl oor. Sira walked forward and crouched to the fl oor, heaving the girl up so she was sitting up, back to the wall. The shot had gone straight into her chest and burned into her torso, charring much of her chest cavity. It was plain that she was dead. With this confi rmation, Sira removed the girl’s jacket, searching the pockets. She found only a small photograph of a young child, so she tossed the jacket aside and searched the girl’s pant pockets. Finding nothing whatsoever, Sira straightened up. It was 20:03 now. Staring down at the lifeless body of the girl before her, Sira snort-ed, more out of exasperation than out of an actual need to respirate. This girl had noth-ing, and Sira had wasted precious time to eliminate her. But, she reasoned, at least that’s one less to deal with. One less target to chase down later. Besides, if Sira hadn’t gone after her and she actually did have such suffi cient weap-onry as to destroy the city, the whole situation would have been slightly problematic. She’s out of the way now. With this thought in mind, off ering some sense of solace, Sira turned, rifl e lowered, and strode out of the building without a single glance back.

To be continued

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White A.D.

White lightsWhite shirtsWhite eyesWhite lies.It all glaresIn my face andI am blindedby the color.Blinded fromthe beauty. I look aroundand all I see areBroken homes,broken places.Broken hearts, broken faces.The walls crumble aaround me.They were once built to keep me safe,but they are now crashing down.Oh what would I giveto hide it all.To bottle the pain back up.Sometimes it hurts moreto let it pour out.But I knowthis suff ering is only temporary.My face, it criesfrom all I have endured.

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White, cont’d.

My head, it achesfrom those whom I once loved.The tendrils of my soulventure out in the darknessbut return in the day empty.My stomach, it burnsfrom the blanket of sorrowenveloping me.It destroys me slowlyfrom the inside out.Voices call to me“You are broken, change!”“You are ugly!”“But be yourself!”“You’re not good enough!”Broken.Torn.Lost.My mind is far gone.Congratulations society,look where you have led us.

Roz Roth

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Missing You Shyla Boose

Every second that goes byAnother tear I cry.And every single nightI keep fi ghting the fi ght. The pain I feelI’m sure will never heal.And I pray and I waitFor when I’ll see you at the Golden Gate.I ask myself whyThough never do I get a reply.Why you had to goOnly God will ever know. I love you, I miss youAnd I hope to see you soon.

*In honor of my little brother, Antonio “Peanut” Cortes

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John Kieley

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