God is in the unexpected...
I read a letter I got from my dad, just now. As I sit in the Foreign Language Lab watching Enrique Iglesas music videos for our "cultural appreciation" in Spanish class. We are suppossed to watch this dumb video until we can right out the lyrics...but I looked them online, and now I sit here updating my LJ. Nice.
Anyways, my dads letter was very sweet. It is so nice to hear how people really feel. I was thinking that maybe I take that for granted. Maybe I assume everyone knows how much I appreciate them when they have no idea. When I opened up this letter from my dad, I quickly assumed it was hate mail. And it was a nicely drafted letter apologizing and congratulating me on my accomplishments, while reminding me to live up my soon-to-be memorable college experience.
I got this letter a week ago...and I haven't read it until now.
I guess you just never really know.
Anyways, my dads letter was very sweet. It is so nice to hear how people really feel. I was thinking that maybe I take that for granted. Maybe I assume everyone knows how much I appreciate them when they have no idea. When I opened up this letter from my dad, I quickly assumed it was hate mail. And it was a nicely drafted letter apologizing and congratulating me on my accomplishments, while reminding me to live up my soon-to-be memorable college experience.
I got this letter a week ago...and I haven't read it until now.
I guess you just never really know.