10 Letters From My Passionate Anonymous Person

Letter 2: The Future is Bright for a Brilliant Girl

11-10-20XX

Dear Dr Rodgers,

Ok...ok. I know this may sound weird of an introduction but, I want to try to go for something there but, I am not sure if it landed how I wanted to. To be clear I am not trying to address any of your parents (If they are doctors that is. I wouldn't know). I have a perfect explanation as to why I am introducing this letter this way. First a bit of backstory.

It has been a week since I sent the last letter and I noticed that you didn't leave a note saying to stop so I assume you don't hate this. Then again you probably didn't expect me to actually write another letter. That's OK, I completely understand. Just letting you know that you can still back out.

When you came to the locker to grab the letter I was anticipating you would read it in front of your locker so I could assess your reaction to it. Yeah, that is giving major stalker vibes but, can you blame me? I wanted to make sure it got to the right person. Don't worry, I am not hiding around at the time you find this one. I guess I am a little more confident that you will receive it. If the person who is reading this is not Sadie Rodgers, kindly give it to her or throw this one out. It's not cool to read other people's mail (and technically illegal).

If it is you, Sadie, then I am glad it reached its proper recipient. So now I can fully go into explaining my reasons for the intro. You may not remember this but, a few days ago, I opened the door for you when you entered the library. You were so focused on this book that you almost ran into the door. So I quickly opened it up for you because I obviously didn't want you to get hurt. Watching you focus so hard in the book was really cute in my opinion. Looking at the cover I noticed that it was a medical science book. Are you interested in the medical field? Anything you put your mind to you will always succeed in though. I believe it truly. The future is bright for a brilliant girl.

You may not know this but you and I are in the same Anatomy and Physiology class. Let me tell you, I am not a science person. Not even the slightest. So when Ms. George said we were to memorize the entire skeletal system for a quiz, I felt my feet run cold. I studied for hours trying to memorize the names and asked my mom (who is a doctor) to help. I guess I never inherited those genes. I could tell my mom was frustrated with me.

I managed fine when it came to memorizing it which is good because I think I did as typically well as the others in class. However, I saw that you got an A+ on your quiz. Though Ms. George didn't have to call you up to recite in front of the class. I saw the intention to make an example of a great student (which you are) but, still, I could see how nervous you were. Even still, you recited it beautifully. I was so mesmerized. It was as if you were born with this knowledge. I am sure you studied really hard to memorize it. I really admire that about you.

When I pass the library sometimes, I notice you there reading a book. It's always something different and complex somehow. I find it attractive. Your thirst for knowledge that is. Well, I find you attractive in general. Though that is beside the point I still wanted to let you know. That you are beautiful...that is. Ok...I will stop being weird now.

As for me, I am not really sure what I would want to do with myself. I kind of have a variety of interests like sports and theater. I know I kind of sound like Troy Bolton from HSM. It is true that this is the case for me. I would imagine I could be like my mom and become a doctor but, Anatomy and Physiology killed that for me. My heart wasn't in it. I also don't want to work on cadavers. I heard they do that in med school. More power to you if you can handle that kind of thing.

In a way, I can see myself being a physical therapist or personal trainer. I know I know, I said I am not a science person but those topics really interest me. I am willing to work hard for it. I love going to the gym with my dad so, It works out. I just haven't put much thought into it. I should probably soon because junior year is almost coming to an end and I would need to pick a college to attend. It would be cool if we just so happened to be at the same university. Fated even but, likely not the case. I guess only time will tell.

As for the acting thing, I have been told I could do something in that field since I have "the face" for it. You can also probably tell I have been told I can do modeling as well. I am not sure about it. There is this girl at our school who does modeling sometimes. I constantly get asked if I can do a shoot with her. This girl constantly wants to cling to me and treat me as if I am her boyfriend. I am not by the way. I am single. A single pringle. It would be completely insane if I were writing things like this to you while being in a relationship. That would be cheating. My parents taught me better. Plus it wouldn't be a good look for me to present to you. Back to the point, I am constantly asked about it but, I don't want to. I wish she would stop.

If I get an opportunity to do a shoot on my own maybe I will be up for it. I can do physical therapy with modeling on the side. I don't know. It sounds cool but, probably really taxing. I guess I will see what the future holds for me.

I don't know what you would want to do with life but, I believe you could be a really amazing doctor. I would trust you with my life. Ok...um...that sounds so awkward. I am leaving that in because it is important that you know I can be really awkward. Mom has always told me to be honest with people about myself and my intentions. This is why I don't completely scratch out what I initially wrote because this is how I think. Unless it is really out of pocket. Some thoughts should be kept to ourselves.

Either way, whatever the future brings for us, I hope to see you in mine. I would really like that. I hope these letters really express the feeling I am trying to portray. Anyway, I gotta go. I have my chores to do.

Until the next letter,

Your Passionate Anonymous Person