Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Dear Homework,

I'm sorry for ignoring you. You have every reason to be angry. I have kept you locked up in a backpack for days and you have not only been patient, but you've not moved an inch. You're so loyal.

I think I've figured out why I've been so distant lately: I'm intimidated by you. You are so smart and good at everything you do, and it makes me so nervous when I'm around you. I get all flushed and jittery, and I know you can tell. It's super embarrassing. You must think I'm such a boob.

The thing is, I don't even know why you want to hang out with me. I don't even like the same things you like. I can't tell you the year that the Ottoman Empire fell. I don't know what a sonata is, exactly. I'm not really as refined as you are. My idea of a good time is dressing up like a guy and going to pick up my husband at the airport.


I don't know, homework. I just kinda feel like we don't really click very well. It's not your fault. If anything, it's mine.

No, I'm not saying that I won't hang out with you. I'm totally going to. As a matter of fact, we can hang a bit tonight.

But can you just try to be a little less....dorky? Like, maybe you could pop your collar or something.

Thanks.

Love,

Angie

1 comment:

Courtney said...

can i just say that i think it's hilarious that we both have blogs in which we write letters....

only i haven't branched out too much yet....although i did write to a pair of sunglasses tonight (trying to avoid writing to "him")...you know the one.

thanks for your comment on the blog. i keep thinking the story is going to end..but i'm having trouble closing the book completely. it was such a good chapter....any suggestions?