Love Annalise

Fifteen

Dear J,

It's the first class of college.

I have creative literature.

I want to be a journalist.

I feel like everything that has happen to me could go on paper a make a story.

I might turn these letters into a book.

Imagine that.

A book about you.

You always liked attention.

I have 4 morning classes then I have the afternoon free.

I am going to look for a job today.

I think I'm going to work at the book store.

Or campus store.

I also have my first swim practice.

That's the thing I'm excited for.

The only thing every.

Aside from seeing Aaron.

His birthday is in a few days.

I don't know what to get him.

I think I'm going to take him out for dinner.

He'd like that.

My second class is a poetry class.

I love poetry.

It can explain so much about a person.

The professor said every good story has poetry somewhere.

Even if it isn't an actual poem.

My third class is an intro to journalism.

We each got a notebook for ideas and a binder for printed work.

I have to bring my computer where every I go.

My fourth and final class is an advance writing class.

All we do is write.

We cast an idea and write about it.

The professor said the best way to write a good story is to pick a topic with meaning.

Like if I chose to write about you.

After that class, I head back to my dorm.

Aaron is there waiting for me at his desk.

He's doing homework and wearing his big nerd glass.

He looks hot with them on.

I sit on my bed and start a movie on the tv in our room.

I sit and do my homework.

I have to write three free poems.

Write three chapters of a story for creative literature.

A page of an event that happened in my life for intro to journalism.

And for advance writing I have to write a full page of a funny short story.

Eventually I get that done and head to swim practice.

I walk because it isn't a very far distance from my dorm.

It feels good to swim.

I head back to my dorm after a few hours of swim and take a shower.

I eventually shut down my computer which I left on.

And my brain.

I fall asleep within minutes.

Miss you.

Love,
Annalise