daddy long legs

Chapter 3

Dear Kind Person Sending Orphans to College:
I finally came to school! (Take the train for 4 hours yesterday, full of novelty - I've never been on a train.)
The campus is huge, and it's a very confusing place—I would lose my way as soon as I left my room.After I am familiar with the surrounding environment, I will describe my campus to you and report my study.

It's Saturday night and classes don't start until next Monday.But I still want to write a letter first, so that we can get to know each other.

It's a strange thing to write to a stranger.And for me, I have written 3 letters so far, so please forgive me if the writing is not standardized.

Mrs. Lippy had a very serious conversation with me yesterday morning before departure.She told me how to deal with people in the future, especially Mr. Kindness who has been kind to me.I must have great "respect" for you.But how can I respect a man named John Smith?Why don't you pick a distinctive name?It's like I'm writing to my dear hitching post or clothes rack.

Over the summer, I thought a lot about you.It was intoxicating to suddenly have someone who cared about me over the years and made me feel at home and belong.But frankly, every time I think about you, my mind always goes blank.I only know three things:

[-]. You are tall.

Two, you are rich.

Three, you don't like girls.

I guess I could call you "dear Mr. Girls-averse", but it would be offending my dignity.Maybe I could call you "dear rich man," but that would be insulting to your personality, as if the only thing you could boast about was money.Also, being "rich" is a very shallow trait, maybe you won't be rich forever, many smart people have suffered miserably on Wall Street.But your height can't be changed, so I decided to call you "Dear Daddy Long Legs".I hope you don't mind, it's just a private name, so don't tell Mrs. Lippy.

In 2 minutes, the 10 o'clock bell will strike.Our lives are divided into several sections by the sound of bells.We eat, sleep, and attend classes by the bell.It made me feel full of energy, like a car head.

Time to turn off the lights.Say good night.

look!I'm more disciplined - thanks to the training at the John Gorier Orphanage.

Dear Jerusha Albert
September 9, Room 24, Fergus Building

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