It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Funny how that tends to happen after you graduate high school. How are your classes going? As for myself, I’m not particularly happy with my Spanish professor. But that can’t be helped. The rest of my classes are cool. Some of my classmates are the same as last year, that helps. I haven’t really found anyone new to hang out with outside of classes. Not that I have any time. Busy busy busy!
Although I wouldn’t be so busy if I just buckled down and got my work done. It’s funny, since I started college (and maybe this started towards the end of high school, too) I’ve been able to sit for hours doing nothing but thinking. Okay, maybe not completely nothing; my nails are nearly non-existent from picking at them so often. Everyone always attributes that to nerves, but someone said that it’s just a compulsion rather than a nervous tick. Finally someone gets it! It’s kind of funny, if you snap me out of one of my trances, I wouldn’t even be able to tell you what I was thinking about. I think my thoughts are just inarticulate, shapeless blobs of emotion and swirling color. No wonder I never get anything done.
Any of my thoughts that have the slightest coherence are often about my language courses in high school. Good times. It’s kind of funny, in college I’m not the best one in class anymore. I’m just average. It’s a weird transition. That and being surrounded by more people that are truly interested. Remember that kid that sat next to me and snored really loudly through every single class? You didn’t know me in my eighth grade language introduction class. Man that class was a breeze. It struck me as odd that no one else found the numbers, colors, letters and pleasantries as simple as I did. Which is funny because in elementary school, the process of learning a language other than my own was COMPLETELY out of my realm of understanding. Parroting back phrases was one thing. Forming sentences was a whole different monster altogether. Now I call myself a polyglot. Funny how that happens. Although I must admit, you played a role in my love of languages as well. If you weren’t there to make the class super fun, I’d probably be pursuing a hopeless career in art. Your enthusiasm was crazy contagious, too.
Sometimes my thoughts wander around until they stop at my parents. The divorce is recent, but the detachment has existed for as long as I can remember. I find myself wondering what a happy couple should look like. Honestly, if they are anything like the couples at the high school, no thank you! Maybe tv has given me an overly-romantic, cutesy view of love, but I like it. I like the idea of walking down a sidewalk hand-in-hand talking about everything under the sun and never running out of things to say. I like the idea of laying in bed together, not doing anything sexual, but still being incredibly intimate. –Oh look at that, I’ve gone poetic again. That’s been happening a lot lately. But in all seriousness, when I think of a loving, devoted couple, it’s you and your wife that come to mind. You guys are so cute together and so perfect for each other. It just makes me feel so warm on the inside. Please don’t ever change.
We should get together sometime get coffee and catch up. Not that that will happen anytime in the near future. I’m super busy between school and work and lord knows you’re busy! I’m going to be honest, I don’t even know what you like to do in your free time. I don’t think YOU know what you like to do in your free time! I’ve known you for four years, we became good friends and that’s the closest thing to “hey, let’s hang out” that I can manage. I mean, I can’t imagine what others would say if they saw a teacher getting coffee with his former student, or what WE would say for that matter. It’s kind of funny, I’m never really sure whether I should refer to you as a former teacher, family friend or just flat-out a friend. I know we’re friends, but would others find that weird?
I miss you! Which is strange to say. I never thought it would be possible to miss someone that lives in the same small town. I hope you find the time to write back! But if you don’t have time, I understand.