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What does the Grade Mean:
A Matter of Perspective
Dear Mom and Dad,
Since I left for college I have been remiss in writing and I am
sorry...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 concussion I got when I jumped out the window when the dormitory
caught fire shortly after my arrival here is pretty well healed now.
I only spent two weeks in the hospital, and I can see almost
normally, and I only get those sick headaches once a day.
Fortunately, my jump was witnessed by an attendant at the gas station
near the dorm. He was the one who called the ambulance and the fire
department. He also visited me in the hospital, and since I had
nowhere to live because of the burnt out dormitory, he was kind
enough to invite me to share his apartment. 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 haven't got
the exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to
show.
I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is
a kind, and although not well educated, is ambitious. Although he is
of a different race and religion than ours, I know you often
expressed tolerance will not permit you to be bothered by that.
Now that I have brought you up to date, I want to tell you there
was no dormitory fire, I did not have a concussion or skill fracture,
I was not in the hospital, I am not pregnant, I am not engaged, and
there is no boyfriend in my life.
However, I am getting a D in history and F in Science, and I want
you to see those marks in their proper perspective.
Your loving daughter,
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