Hi: a stream of consciousness from me, who hasn't talked to you in a long time and is trying to make this a ridiculously long subject because she can't think of a pun to put in it
Dear Luke,
HI! I have not talked to you in a long time, and I thought, "oh, we live in the same city, so we will cross paths eventually," but that has not been the case, because, I assume, you referee still on Saturday mornings and I am never in town on Saturday mornings. I had to skip refereeing this season. I had an injury that "benched" me for the rest of the school's cross country season, though technically no one is allowed to "sit" on a "bench" because everyone is running, but I am back running now. School is more difficult, with an endless reading, math is boring and my math teacher doesn't like me because I try to do homework while he is teaching so he changes the homework at the end of class. I still have not the coordination to juggle even one tennis ball properly. Also, I still have not learned Portuguese.
How are you? What do you do these days? Soccer, I suppose, maybe swimming, and maybe robotics club or something that would somehow blow my mind, like the play I saw this weekend, by a group called "The Baker's Dozen," Anne Frank and Me. I was utterly amazed by how creative my peers are, and how talented they are. They make me want to be an actress, expressive and awe-inspiring; there could be no more powerful feeling in the world than being on stage for the dramatic moment, with the audience, silent, mesmerized, hanging on every word.
Are you going to the state fair on the 22nd? I am really excited for it, and I know it will be so much fun! You should block your schedule and come. As far as I can tell, Keith is a maybe, and whether you go or not will probably determine whether he does too. Early afternoon, right after lunch is when we meet at the gate; the admission tickets are cheaper at the state fair than at the DC Fair, by two or three dollars! (So they are five or six dollars, depending on if they are pre-ordered or purchased at the gate.) I don't have my after-nines, so if my parents allow me to drive to Rollo and I end up staying later than seven, I probably will spend the night at my grandparents' house. My parents might drive me instead- it's not definite which yet.
I miss our long conversations in the lobby at the residence hall about boy scout adventures and books that never end, or they end at the beginning, and vice-versa; I kind of miss having you gently but somehow ruthlessly beat me at Pente (kind of, because I do not miss the annoying inability to "see the forest through the trees" during the game). I wish I had typed up this email way earlier.
