Invisible Man Master Class Thing I am a number. No, I’m not an anthropomorphic “6”: Nor am I an list, meticulously stapled to the wall of a kindergarten classroom. I am grades, scores, sizes, costs -- Maybe I am just a walking calculation. I am a number, yet only because that is all anyone else is able to understand, from my GPA to my social security number, it is the only identity I have been guaranteed. Like an animal in a zoo, I am granted the illusion of freedom, yet I live in the cage constructed in code. With all but my closest friends, I am the grades my worth is based on, I am the amount of activities needed to get into a good school, I am the math classes that we are taught hold more gravity than sleep. I am bound to numbers, I am
