Well, like I said, I got the note that Larry (the freak) wrote me. It was in a sealed envelope marked “JOANNA.” The letter inside is scrawled in pencil on a piece of notebook paper. The date is stamped at the top with the stamp they use in the library to mark books being checked out. Here’s what it says: Joanna
I stayed up late again last night talking to people on the Internet. I guess I finally gave up and went to bed around 3:30 a.m. My mom walked into my room a few hours later, saying, “Wake up! It’s morning! I have something for you.” I pulled the covers away from my eyes. Not that it helped much. I’m virtually blind without my glasses, and I don’t wear them to bed. “Huh?” I groaned and squinted in what might have been her direction. “I have something for you!” she repeated, shoving something in my face. Good thing too. I…
It happened again today. A couple of weeks ago, a girl sitting next to me in psych class turned toward me before the lecture began. It’s a big class, maybe not big for university standards, but big for the college I attend. I sat on the front row in the middle, my customary seat in any classroom, the first day of class, but I was late for several class periods following that, and someone took my seat. In fact, I’m late for psych class most of the time. Public Administration is right beforehand, and I usually get in a conversation…