Dear Mom and Dad: It has been four months since I left for college. I have been remiss in writing and am very sorry for my thoughtlessness. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down. Don't read any further unless you are sitting down ... OK? Good.
I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and concussion I got from jumping out of the window of my dormitory when it caught fire, shortly after my arrival, are pretty well healed now. I only spent two weeks in the hospital and now I can see almost normally and only get three headaches a day.
Fortunately, the fire in the dormitory, and my jump, were witnessed by an attendant at a nearby gas station. He was able to call the Fire Department and the ambulance. He also visited me at the hospital, and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnt-out dorm, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It's really a basement room, but it is kind of cute.
He is a very fine boy and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We haven't set the exact date yet, but I'm sure it will be before I start to show.
Yes, Mom and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking forward to being grandparents, and I know you will give the baby the same love and devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a child.
The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend has some minor infection, which prevents us from passing our premarital blood tests,and I carelessly caught it from him. This will soon clear up, thanks to my daily penicillin injections.
I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind, and although not well educated, he is ambitious. Also, he is of a different race and religion than ours, but I know, after all your years of teaching me tolerance, that you won't mind the fact that he is somewhat darker than we are. I am sure you will love him as I do. His family background is good, too; I am told that his father is an important gun-bearer in his native African village.
I guess that's it. Now that I have brought you up to date, I want you to know... There was no dormitory fire, I did not have a concussion or skull fracture. I was not in the hospital, I am not pregnant, I am not engaged, I do not have syphilis and there is no man of another race in my life.
However, I am getting a "D" in History and an "F" in Science, and wanted you to see these marks in their proper perspective.
Your loving daughter,
Chelsea
