Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
It's only been a few days since I left, but already I feel like I need to write to you to keep my sanity intact. Things are business as usual here, and that's what worries me. They get attacked, and then once the weekend is over they pick up their lives and go on like nothing ever happened. In a way, it's a good mentality because what else can you do except keep shuffling along the mortal coil until you reach the end? On the other hand, it makes me wonder whether they all realize how close they come to falling off every time.
I've been trying not to think about it, and I've almost succeeded a couple of times. Christmas is nearly here and someone down the hall has something called The Chipmunks Greatest Christmas Hits playing. I'll have to track it down and send it to you. I think you'd enjoy it. It's been snowing since I got back and it's nice and quiet and easy to forget the panic and chaos of a few weeks ago. Everyone's settling down for the New Year. Will it be the last that some of them see? Are we just kidding ourselves thinking we can stay here and get through anything the world throws at us? Am I being too melodramatic?
Probably.
I suppose what I can't shake is that high school isn't supposed to be about life and death, it's just supposed to seem that way.
But enough about me. Let's talk about you. Have a Merry Christmas, Dad. Your gift is in the mail and I hope you like it. Maybe next year we can spend the holidays together. It's been too long. Give my best to everyone. I'll do the same for you to everyone here, even the squirrels.
Your son,
Hawkeye
It's only been a few days since I left, but already I feel like I need to write to you to keep my sanity intact. Things are business as usual here, and that's what worries me. They get attacked, and then once the weekend is over they pick up their lives and go on like nothing ever happened. In a way, it's a good mentality because what else can you do except keep shuffling along the mortal coil until you reach the end? On the other hand, it makes me wonder whether they all realize how close they come to falling off every time.
I've been trying not to think about it, and I've almost succeeded a couple of times. Christmas is nearly here and someone down the hall has something called The Chipmunks Greatest Christmas Hits playing. I'll have to track it down and send it to you. I think you'd enjoy it. It's been snowing since I got back and it's nice and quiet and easy to forget the panic and chaos of a few weeks ago. Everyone's settling down for the New Year. Will it be the last that some of them see? Are we just kidding ourselves thinking we can stay here and get through anything the world throws at us? Am I being too melodramatic?
Probably.
I suppose what I can't shake is that high school isn't supposed to be about life and death, it's just supposed to seem that way.
But enough about me. Let's talk about you. Have a Merry Christmas, Dad. Your gift is in the mail and I hope you like it. Maybe next year we can spend the holidays together. It's been too long. Give my best to everyone. I'll do the same for you to everyone here, even the squirrels.
Your son,
Hawkeye