So, I’m standing in my office when I decide to look through a box that just seems to be calling out to me. I have no idea what is inside this box, and the curiosity is killing me. It’s probably just some bills, or maybe some old newspapers, but for some reason I just need to look.
As I open flap after flap, I feel an excitement building inside me that can only be rivaled by the feeling you get when someone gives you an unexpected gift. Finally I get the box open and I look inside, and staring back at me is a box of envelopes. I grab a couple and read in horror; these are my support letters.
How the heck are my support letters in my hand? I mailed these out before I went to camp. I don’t understand what is happening. If people didn’t want to support me, couldn’t they have just thrown the letters away? Did they really have to break into my house and put them all back into a box nice and neat in my office? How could I sit here day after day and not realize that this box was here?
I had more questions than I knew what to do with, and no one to help me sort things out. These letters were… should’ve been…almost were…I don’t know…sent out like two months ago. How could I make such a huge mistake? I just wrote a blog yesterday saying how much I was freaking out because I have no money, all the while I have all my support letters sitting in my office at home.
So this article has just been a long way of me saying, expect to receive your support letter in the next few days.
p.s. don’t forget to comment
p.s.s really, don’t forget to comment
