Letter #1

April 16th, 2012

Dear Rachel,

Hi. I know, you haven't moved yet (or as Kirstin says "going on a long long vacation"), but I'm bored, so I'm writin' you a letter.

In case you don't remember today, it's the day you gave me "the beef". I think I'm gonna keep that forever.

The eighth grade starts M.A.P. testing tomorrow. We're also going to be testing Wednesday and Thursday. I hate M.A.P. testing. I hate it because I have bad memories with it. Last year, I just got done with the math part of the M.A.P. test, and you know how they give you that scratch paper to show your work? Well, I finished it really quickly (math has never really been challenging for me), so I decided to draw on the back of the paper (I used the other side of it to show my work), and I wrote a repetition of the words:

"You take time to memorize the weather but you won't take a second to think about the fact that maybe I'm the kid you've always wanted"

Just for the record, a repetition means to do something over and over and over again. I wrote really small-like and I even drew a little picture. When Ms. Hartje made me throw it away (yes, she made me throw it away. Recycling was not an option). I was so mad. I worked so hard on it and she just threw it away like a piece of garbage. I'll try to make another one while I'm doing the M.A.P. test. Hopefully Mrs. Vinkie won't make me throw it away again.

My birthday's comin' up. The truth is, I didn't really want a birthday party. I did, but I just wanted to have it at Chuck E. Cheese. Instead, I'm gonna have it in a park by the lake.

If I couldn't have my birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, I wanted to have it at a gym or at least some place with a rope swing and a trampoline. But in order to have a party at a gym or whatever, I had to pay, like, 500 dollars an hour. Instead, we're just gonna tie a rope to a tree.

Your personal stalker (kidding),

Sam Scholz

-P.S.,

Kirstin brought to my attention that in order to have a birthday party, I have to ask people for gifts. I didn't think of that. Maybe I'll think of if in a later letter…