9/18
Dear Charlie,
She told me that you wouldn't mind if I told you about my life. She told me that you understood things when no one else would. I know you weren't expecting anything in return and probably mind that she gave away your location but I still will send these letters to you anyway. See, this is my first year of college. I would tell you the name of my college but that would simply prevent you from ever applying there, or not applying there. The thing is I like going there but at the same time I just want to leave.
It could be described as a dream school for some. They're not competitive and it's easy to get in if your specific. I'm just not. I don't have a direction like other people do and I guess that's why it seems like a pasture of dull. It's a stereotypical dream school for Midwest athletes and tech geeks; far away enough to start a new life here and close enough to keep updated on everyone else's. I try to socialize when I can but it's not the same as it was in high school.
All my friends are in New York or in high school and I think this is how it is for most people. When people say high school and college are different, they usually aren't telling the truth, at least for me. Everything is just bigger. Instead of cliques there are fraternities and instead of Mr. Smith you have Professor Smith. Basically, everyone here thinks they're bigger and better than what they actually are.
College is full of valedictorians of high school and top athletes from high schools. The main thing they don't realize is everyone else was just like them in high school. Everyone thinks they'll be the smartest or the most talented until they realize that they are all just the same.
The first thing I remember is moving into my dorm. The only problem is my roommate, whom I never had the opportunity to actually see. My roommate's name is apparently Casey. She probably is out partying like the rest of them. I never get invited anywhere. Sometimes I think you just go. I still wouldn't have the courage to be kicked out of a Steiner party.
Either way I don't have time for parties. That's just going to have to wait for some time. It's not like I have anything to do. I just need some time to figure out what to do and if I need to do something. All the kids have a major that they are heart set on. I'm just worried if I made the right choice. I chose Biology. I guess because I want to go to med school because all the smart kids apparently become doctors. At least I would have money to do something in my life and by then I probably still won't know what that'll be.
I just want to let you know that I really enjoyed your letters. You gave me purpose all this time and you don't know how much that really helped me.
From,
Your Friend