Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you? It’s the end of the semester and I’m really under the gun. I’m up to my eyeballs in work. The amount of reading my professors assign is ridiculous. And, as you know, I thought I’d try my hand at a new sport and joined the university’s rowing team this semester. With that decision, I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Between school, my job, and that, the only time I find time to study is late at night. I’m burning the midnight oil six days out of seven. And even though I’ve really buckled down and begun to study, I’m still not finding the time to get everything done.
What else? Oh! My old computer finally bit the dust. What a pain in the neck—right at the end of the semester! It really puts me between a rock and a hard place. I try to use the computers in the library, but it’s only open until 11 p.m. I never make it there on time, so I have to ask my roommate if I can use his computer. But as you know, the guy is a bit odd. Personally, I don’t think he’s playing with a full deck. You know, I always say, “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours,” but the favors he asks of me are usually outrageous, and he then gets mad if I don’t agree to them. The other day, he asked to borrow my car for a six-hour drive to visit his girlfriend for the day. When I said no, he blew up at me, and then that night, about an hour after I had turned in for the night, he got up, turned on his music and started to do yoga! Anyway, money’s not so good now that I have to save for a new computer. I don’t want to cut corners and buy a cheap computer, because I’d just have to replace it soon anyway.
On a more positive note, I’m all about this rowing thing. I wanted to be on the competition team next semester, but thought I didn’t have a prayer since, for most of the guys on that team, rowing is old hat. They’ve been at it since they were kids and I’m still green. But Coach said yesterday that if I keep at it, I’m a shoo-in for a position on the competition team. That made my day. Well, that’s all for now. I’ll write again soon.
Love, Brad
