Dear Collin,
My summer was really great. I took a trip just with my mom to San Diego. We spent most of the time on the beach or shopping in cute little stores, and it was so awesome, even though it was weird because I’ve never been on a trip withoutmy dad before. He had to work. And space camp with Allie was tons of fun. I’ve never met anyone who knows more about asteroids than me. It’s kind of annoying, actually.
So is your brother in a gang or something? I’ve heard there are a lot of gangs in Chicago. If I were you parents, I would be worried too. He might end up in prison, or get killed over drugs or something.
How is school going for you? I already like seventh grade a whole lot better than sixth grade. I’m taking photography for one of my electives, and we get to develop our own photos in the lab in class, it’s so cool! And I’m old enough to be in science club now, so I have something to look forward to every Wednesday.
Sincerely,
Glory
November 4, 2005
Dear Glory,
The White Sox won the World Series a couple weeks ago! Everyone here got way into it. We didn’t go to the games, but we sat outside of a restaurant near the stadium and listened to it. When they won the final game, everyone went crazy, and they were yelling and screaming and singing in the streets, and they kept going until after midnight. We could hear it from our apartment. Now I think I might want to play baseball when I grow up, even though I’m better at soccer.
My brother is not in a gang, we don’t have those in our neighborhood. You’d have to go at least 12 streets down to find gangs.
Seventh grade is alright. My brother Patrick and his friends are all in high school now, so they’re not botheringme anymore and that’s nice. Your photography class sounds cool. We don’t get to do electives until eighth grade.
Would you rather be a burrito or a hamburger?
Bye,
Collin
December 28, 2005
Dear Collin,
I think I would rather be a burrito, because you can put lots of different stuff in a burrito and that makes it more interesting than a hamburger. But lots of people like hamburgers, and I guess it would be nice to have a lot of people like me. But then if I were a hamburger I’d be really greasy all the time, so I would rather be a burrito.
I had another lame Christmas here. My parents went on a trip by themselves to the mountains and I stayed with my Aunt Sara, which was fun, but most of the time I just missed my mom and dad. I don’t know why they didn’t let me come with them. They said they needed some time alone, but it’s not like I’m some whining toddler that demands their attention all the time. And why did they have to do it for Christmas? Christmas is the time when families are supposed to be together, not apart. Anyway, they got back last night and gave me a cell phone, which I guess is supposed to make up for them going on a trip without me, and it is pretty cool to have my own phone, but I really wish I could have just gone to the mountains with them. Don’t tell me about your Christmas, it’ll probably make me jealous.
Would you rather be a firework or a sparkler?
Sincerely,
Glory
February 4, 2006
Dear Glory,
My Christmas wasn’t anything special either, but I won’t tell you about it. But speaking of being jealous, I can’t believe you got your own cell phone! My parents always tell us we can’t have a cell phone until we go to college, even though my sister Brittany has been begging them for years.
Firework or sparkler? That’s a tough one. It would be awesome to be a firework because I’d be so big and I would impress so many people, but my life would be over in a few seconds. A sparkler lasts longer and makes one person really happy, so I’d probably be a sparkler.
Valentine’s Day is coming up. Have you ever gotten something from a boy on Valentine’s Day? Maybe Michael Dunford will give you something. So, there’s this girl in my English class, her name is Melissa Fox, and whenever she smiles at me I feel kind of funny inside. I think I like her, so I was going to give her something like candy or a stuffed bear. What would you want to get from a boy? You probably won’t write me back until after Valentine’s Day, but maybe you could let me know just in case I still like Melissa next year.
Anyway, would you rather burp bubbles or fart rainbows?
Bye,
Collin
March 11, 2006
