Dear Ryan,
Hey. How are you? I'm doing fine. Things are looking up for me in ways, and down in others. I'm learning that all the hard work I've done in school is finally paying off. I'm graduating. I had my final band concert last Thursday. It was on stage, half way through the concert, and I realized I would never be there again and I started crying. Whether or not it was pain or happiness, I don't know. I just know that for eight hard years I dedicated my life to something I loved and cherished, and that will always be with me. I will always have those years to look back on. The hard, endless hours of practice, and those joyful moments of triumph. Knowing I was good at something. I earned my place and it will still be there when I come back. Some day it will have payed off. On brighter sides, I found a new job. I'm going to start working at the Buffalo Bill Historical Museum after I come back from Christmas break. The wages and the hours are really great, and since I found the job through JTPA, I'll receive school credit for it. It's almost like a dream. Prayer really does help in times of need. If I didn't have it, I probably would have never had the chance at something like this. With the experience I receive at the museum, I can have a great chance of finding a job at almost any museum in the country! I also received another job offer, but I don't think you'll like it that much, so I've decided to wait until I know for sure if I'm going to accept it. It's a really good offer, but there are certain standards that could possibly put a strain on our relationship. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. Looking on the more negative side of things, I've been having problems again with men following me. Except now it's starting to really scare me. There's a guy at school that won't leave me alone. The other day he ran up to my car and jerked open my door and reached in to pull me out. No one tried to help me, I even yelled. They just stood there and watched in disbelief, and then he turned around and started laughing with his friends. He walks behind me in school and makes these terrible grunting noises. He's so crazy. He follows me to lunch and talks about me in his classes. It's so freaky. I only hope he doesn't go nuts and actually do something to me. He's so big. My brother wants to buy me a can of mace to carry with me, but I don't know how much good that's going to do. Just today I had three trucks of guys following me around. I just can't stand it anymore. After what happened to Barry I always keep the thought in my mind that I'm not invisible. Anything can happen! Well, it's late, and I have to be up bright and early tomorrow to be measured for my 'cap and gown.'
You're in my prayers.
Love Always
Rita
P.S. Happy Birthday! Sorry it's late! NO I DIDN'T FORGET!!
I'll send your B-Day card ASAP. I lost it. Sorry. I'll get a new one tomorrow. I PROMISE YOU!
Love,
RR
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