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WASH ROOM." My mistake was that I forgot to hide my wallet

with me.

Now that it is so close to the end of the year, everybody's nerves

are sort of frayed. As a result, "the gang" has been temporarily split

due to a few absolutely ridiculous fights. My roommate and I are

neutral, thank goodness, but it's still kind of hard since we practically

have to give a password for every different room we want to get into.

Two girls even keep their door locked twenty-four hours a day and

we have to give a special knock to get in. It's really as stupid as any-

thing.

Mom, I've finally decided what I want to do with myself. I

want to write: STOP-don't shake your head like that. Don't get

excited! Just read what I have to say first. Now, I realize that you

have to be pretty darn good to make any money with writing. Well,

I'm not counting on making a living at it; I just want to write as a

kind of a side job. The way I look at it, you're so less likely to put

your foot in your mouth when you're writing than when you're

talking. See, it takes you longer to write a word than to say a word,

so you have longer to think over what ever word you're going to say.

So many times, if you could just take the time to think over what

you're going to say before you definitely say it out loud, you could

change or eliminate useless or out of place words and ideas. That's

what I like about writing. You can sort of put your mind down on

paper, stand back and look at it, and cross out what you don't like

before you make a fool out of yourself. (This sounds like the "House

that Jack Built.") Another thing I like about writing is that every-

body seems to enjoy the kind of work I do. I'm such a conceited ham

that I could just about roll over and play dead whenever anybody

says anything nice about what I've written. Anyway, Mom, just let

me think about the idea for awhile. It'll probably go the way of all

other "what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up" tangents. At least Freshman

Composition was great, and I loved it! You should meet my prof.-

what a card!
Well, it won't be long until summer vacation. I can't wait to see

everybody, though I'll kind of miss this old place.

You might send me a little money. This is positively the last

request before summer.

Love,

Charlotte

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