LETTER HOME FROM SCHOOL
Dear Mom and Dad:
It has been four months since I left for college. I have been remiss
in writing and am very sorry for my thoughtlessness. I will bring you
up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down. Don't read
any further unless you are sitting down ... OK?
Good. I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the
concussion I got from jumping out of the window of my dormitory when
it caught fire, shortly after my arrival, are pretty well healed now. I
only spent two weeks in the hospital and now I can see almost
normally and only get three headaches a day.
Fortunately, the fire in the dormitory and my jump were witnessed by
an attendant at a nearby gas station, and he was able to call the Fire
Department and the ambulance. He also visited me at the hospital,
and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnt-out dorm, he was
kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It's really a
basement room, but it is kind of cute. He is a very fine boy and we
have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We
haven't set the exact date yet, but I'm sure it will be before I
start to show.
Yes, Mom and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking
forward to being grandparents, and I know you will give the baby the
same love and devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a
child.
The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend has
some minor infection which prevents us from passing our premarital blood
tests, and I carelessly caught it from him. This will soon clear up,
thanks to my daily penicillin injections.
I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is
kind, and although not well educated, he is ambitious. Also, he is of a
different race and religion than ours, but I know, after all your
years of teaching me tolerance, that you won't mind the fact that he
is somewhat darker than we are. I am sure you will love him as I
do. His family background is good, too; I am told that his father is
an important gunbearer in his native African village.
I guess that's it. Now that I have brought you up to date, I want
you to know ... There was no dormitory fire, I did not have a
concussion or skull fracture, I was not in the hospital, I am not
pregnant, I am not engaged, I do not have syphilis and there is no
man of another race in my life.
However, I am getting a "D" in History and an "F" in Science, and I
wanted you to see these marks in their proper perspective.
Your loving daughter,
Chelsea