Two letters back and forth, it's official.
Her name is Chanel and she's eight years my senior and lives in Southern California and likes bad words and good music. Like me.
Sorry if I'm kind of writing in a poem form.
I just wrote a poem for my college writing class
sort of in a
With strange line breaks and all.
I used to have a pen pal when I was in third grade. I remember that it was a boy from Ireland and our typing class contacted the school through email. Only I couldn't type very well and I never got to say much.
I was very surprised that he could type so much for a boy who went to school in a cobblestone schoolhouse with a roof made of grass and rolling hills and stone walls in all directions and the occasional sheep.
I wonder if he remembers having an American pen-pal in third grade.