November 25, 1996
Ryan,
Hey! Whatz up? Not much here. I'm in Oral Interp. This class is just about the most boring class in the entire world.
Anyways! Don't worry, Betsy isn't at school today. I don't know why she is so mad at me. Well I do, but that just isn't fair. I mean if I want to like you, I can. And if I want to ask you out, I can very well do that. I don't want anyone to tell me what I can and can't do. I'm seriously getting tired of people telling me I can't do something. I mean the doctors tell me I can't do cheerleading. Mr. Clucas says I can't get a B or better in Algebra II, and I'm really tired of everyone telling me I could never get you. Sorry to push all my crap on you.
I'm excited for Thanksgiving because we get fish. You have to give me your address, so I can write you this week.
Plus, now that we are friends, you've got to tell me if I have to give you a Christmas present, cause I will get you something in Las Vegas or Oslo.
But you have to tell me your address and if I am getting you a present before 3:15 cause I am leaving right after school.
Jill
P.S. W/B
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