The Letter Home [First Post] Dear mom and dad, I can't believe it's been three months since I went of to college, and I can't believe it's taken this long to you. But I have been VERY busy. Now before you read any future. I want you to sit down, are you sitting? Okay here it goes. First of all, I'm fine now. The doctors say the concussion I got when I dove out of the window during the dorm fire is healing nicely .Things were touch and go during the two weeks at the hospital, but my eyesight is almost completely normal now, and I hardly ever get migraine headaches anymore. Nobody died in the dorm fire because jimmy ray, the night clerk at 7-Eleven, saw the flames and called the fire department, he called the ambulance for me too. He came to see me everyday in the hospital. When I got out, Jimmy ray invited me to live with him(Since my dorm is totally destroyed). It's a basement apartment and he has everything fixed up, he has it fixed up with chains and cages. And because almost everything I brought with me was burned up, Jimmy ray brought me all new clothes. He says I look great in black leather. I've never met anyone like Jimmy ray, he's so interesting you'd never suspect he dropped out in sixth grade. I've fallen in love with him and we've decided to get married, the wedding will be very soon as the baby is due in 7 months or so. I was afraid we'd have to wait, because when we went for a blood test, Jimmy Ray had some infection, but it's cleared now. I know you will welcome Jimmy Ray into the family. I just his family could be at the wedding, but his mother ran off with a door to door bible salesman, when Jimmy was still a baby and it doesn't look like his dad will make parole before the ceremony. Our society is so intolerant of repeat offenders. Now I have brought you up to date, I want to reassure you. There was no dorm fire. I did not suffer concussion. I am not engaged. I am not pregnant. I don't even have a boyfriend. I am, however getting a D in biology, an F in French, and I will have to repeat English composition. I just wanted you to see that as bad as my first semester in college has been, it could have been a lot worse! Your loving daughter, Jenny
