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OP-ED: I’ve Been Trapped in Fisher-Bennett Hall for 56 Years. Please Let Me Out.


Photo by Caroline Curran / The Daily Pennsylvanian

I’ve been in this building since it was a women’s gym. Back then, there was excitement, activity, the smell of young sweat and hope. Now, it’s just stuffy English majors pretending to be interested in Marx or The Faerie Queene. I can’t take it anymore.

I hear people coming and going, but I can’t bring myself to leave. Sometimes I wander up and down the staircases for hours. No one looks at me. They know me by now, and I fade into the background. I am one with Fisher-Bennett.

I wish that I could leave. When I was going to graduate, I kept talking about how I was terrified to enter the real world. So I stayed here. Honestly, it might be better than working for a corporate law firm. I do wish I had more access to soup. That is my cross to bear. Please let me out, maybe during daytime hours. I promise I will be good.