Dear Mother and Dad:
Since I left for college I have been remiss in writing and I am sorry for my thoughtlessness in not having written before. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down....You are not to read any further unless you are sitting down, ok?
Well, then, I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the concussion I got when I jumped out the window of my dormitary when it caught on fire shortly after my arrival here is pretty well healed now. I only spent two weeks in the hospital and now I can see almost normally and only get those sick headaches once a day. Fortunately, the fire in the dormitary, and my jump, was witnessed by an attendant at the gas station near the dorm, and he was the one who called the fire department and the ambulance. He also visited me in the hospital and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnout dormitory, he was kind enough to invite to ahare his apartment with him. It's really a basement room, but it's kind of cute.
He is a very fine boy and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We having got the exact date date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show. Yes, Mother and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking forward to being grandparents and I know you will welcome the baby and give it 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 a minor infection which prevents us from passing our pre - marital blood tests and I carelessly caught it from him. I know that you will wecome him into our family with open arms. He is kind and, altough not well educated, he is ambitious. Although he is of a different race and religion than ours, I know your often expressed tolerence will not permit you to be bothered by that.
Now that I have brought you up to date, I want to tell you that 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 am not infected, and there is no boyfriend. However, I am getting a "D" in American History, and a "F' in Chemistry and I want you to see those marks in their proper perspective.
Your Loving Daughter,
Sharon
Perceptual Contrast and The College Girl. Sharon may be failing chemistry, but she gets an "A" in psychology.
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