Postcards From A College Freshman...II

Dear Mom and Dad,
Well, it's been quite a year. As you can see, I've grown a lot over the past two semesters. I went away to the big city a naive high school senior and now, after hopefully passing my final exams, I will return home an erudite scholar of the liberal arts. Please spare me the lecture on not having a major yet; I'll take care of that in the fall.

There were some major highlights that I haven't had the chance to tell you about and I will fill you in with all the deets when I get back. But above all, I wanted to thank you for sending that check last month. That really bailed me out of a jam. That money was spent on a worthy cause: my food money. Do not listen to Jackson if he tells you I spent it on a fake ID because that is just not true.

I know what I want for my birthday. Rock Band. I was at a freshman mixer at DKE (the frat I really want to join when I get back in the fall) and they busted out the game and we jammed for like 2 hours. It was sick. Those guys are awesome. I just hope they think I'm DKE material when handing out pledges next year.

One last note and try not to freak out about this...but I broke my phone, again. I'm so clumsy with that stupid thing. You are not going to believe this but I was walking down the street, checking my messages and it just slipped right out of my hands and into a storm drain.

It was covered in muck when I was finally able to unearth it (which is a story in its own right) and the buttons were all sticky. So when I get back, Dad and I are going to have to drive down to the AT&T store to get another one. I'm pretty sure that we have insurance on it, but you guys handle the bill so obviously would know better that I would.

Crap, look at the time. I've got to run. Make sure to pick me up next Wednesday at 2pm. I know I wrote Thursday in my last letter, but I'm going to be able to leave right after my final that day. See you then.

Cheers,
Gregg