September 1, 1946
Dear Margaret,
Glad to get another letter from you. These always are the highlight of my week.
School starts in a week for me, and yes, I will be a senior when I go back. I’m glad that your sister gets to wander her own realm now, as opposed to sharing one with you. I suppose as sisters you two must have had to share a lot.
High school has never been too difficult to me, and I don’t mean to sound vain when I say that, but usually the classes come easily to me, and I’ve had the same group of friends since grade school. Knowing the same people makes each year easier, and we all are familiar enough with each other to not have to worry about social pressure. And since there’s only about six of us (Allan, Evelyn, Esther, Dean, Mark, and me) we don’t have to think about jealousy like there is in friend groups of three. There was Katie, who had to move away last year, but I still write to her to keep up our friendship that way. We’re all very close and have a had a lot of experiences that brought us together, so we don’t exactly swallow our feelings.
And about your friends, I’ve noticed that girls seem to find a sense of superiority when talking to boys older than their age. Don’t ask me to explain it, but that’s what I’ve noticed in my high school. Lower classmen girls seek out upperclassmen boys for their “maturity” (my friends certainly don’t have any of that) and then condemn the male race when they get rejected. At least, that’s what I have seen.
I don’t think you’re the type of girl to act that way. I mean, are you? I didn’t mean to make an assumption. But from what I know of you, you seem to be wiser than your friends in that regard. At least you got some recognition with them.
As for what you said about my letters, they really aren’t all that interesting without context. I try to convey what I’m feeling in my letters, which probably doesn’t pique the fascination of someone who doesn’t know a lot about my life. And my life is very suburban as it is. Maybe I’ll tell you a story from my life one of these days
Well, you told me your perfect day. I guess I have to tell you mine now. My perfect day would be waking up early and taking a walk as the sun rises. I’d just soak in all the energy around my city as it woke up. Then I’d walk back to my neighborhood, find all my friends, and convince them to play baseball with me. Like I said, it’s corny, but it’s something I really love to do. After that, we’d go and get lunch together, talk and laugh. The evening would be spent, still with my friends, at a cinema. I find the films very interesting to share with people I care about.
Well, I managed to tell you that alright. Maybe one day we can each fulfill our perfect days.
Your appreciative conveyor of perfect days,
Lawrence
Dear Margaret,
Glad to get another letter from you. These always are the highlight of my week.
School starts in a week for me, and yes, I will be a senior when I go back. I’m glad that your sister gets to wander her own realm now, as opposed to sharing one with you. I suppose as sisters you two must have had to share a lot.
High school has never been too difficult to me, and I don’t mean to sound vain when I say that, but usually the classes come easily to me, and I’ve had the same group of friends since grade school. Knowing the same people makes each year easier, and we all are familiar enough with each other to not have to worry about social pressure. And since there’s only about six of us (Allan, Evelyn, Esther, Dean, Mark, and me) we don’t have to think about jealousy like there is in friend groups of three. There was Katie, who had to move away last year, but I still write to her to keep up our friendship that way. We’re all very close and have a had a lot of experiences that brought us together, so we don’t exactly swallow our feelings.
And about your friends, I’ve noticed that girls seem to find a sense of superiority when talking to boys older than their age. Don’t ask me to explain it, but that’s what I’ve noticed in my high school. Lower classmen girls seek out upperclassmen boys for their “maturity” (my friends certainly don’t have any of that) and then condemn the male race when they get rejected. At least, that’s what I have seen.
I don’t think you’re the type of girl to act that way. I mean, are you? I didn’t mean to make an assumption. But from what I know of you, you seem to be wiser than your friends in that regard. At least you got some recognition with them.
As for what you said about my letters, they really aren’t all that interesting without context. I try to convey what I’m feeling in my letters, which probably doesn’t pique the fascination of someone who doesn’t know a lot about my life. And my life is very suburban as it is. Maybe I’ll tell you a story from my life one of these days
Well, you told me your perfect day. I guess I have to tell you mine now. My perfect day would be waking up early and taking a walk as the sun rises. I’d just soak in all the energy around my city as it woke up. Then I’d walk back to my neighborhood, find all my friends, and convince them to play baseball with me. Like I said, it’s corny, but it’s something I really love to do. After that, we’d go and get lunch together, talk and laugh. The evening would be spent, still with my friends, at a cinema. I find the films very interesting to share with people I care about.
Well, I managed to tell you that alright. Maybe one day we can each fulfill our perfect days.
Your appreciative conveyor of perfect days,
Lawrence