Dear Sam,
Yesterday was your first college class. You wanted to write about it sooner but you had too much homework (that you still never finished). You're taking humanities and intermediate algebra.
You love your hum class already and the teacher is great. Remember that book the fault in our stars? Well you teach is exactly how you pictured Van Houten. He talks about music and your life journey and how it all works and how it makes you a person. Little does he know that's been your mission for the last few years. What's the point? What does it all mean anyways?
Math is going to be interesting though. Coming off of calculus it's easy for right now but you seem to have little hope for yourself in the future. When taking roll call you were one of about 5 other white kids. And it wasn't that you were white but it was because you were the whitest of white. You and a few others named Faith and Tiffany was just too good to be true. Laughing so hard on the inside.
You kinda want to talk to Tiffany but you don't know if you have the guts or not. You didn't talk to or meet anyone. Hopefully by next week or tomorrow you will.
At practice you met a guy who goes there. He has a girlfriend so you aren't sure if he would want to talk to you or hang out but you are going to ask anyway.
This year is a journey and part of your life journey so make good choices but make them fun kid.
- a letter to me.
