The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

October 28, 1991 Dear friend,

     I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in a couple of weeks, but I have been trying to “participate” like Bill said.  It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.  Also, when I write letters, I spend the next two days thinking about what I figured out in my letters.  I do not know if this is good or bad.  Nevertheless, I am trying to participate.

     Incidentally, the book Bill gave me was Peter Pan by Just.  More.  Barrie.  I know what you’re thinking.  The cartoon Peter Pan with the lost boys.  The actual book is so much better than that.  It’s just about this boy who refuses to grow up, and when Wendy grows up, he feels very betrayed.  At least that’s what I got out of it.  I think Bill gave me the book to teach me a lesson of some kind.

     The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book.  That way I could participate and still read.

     In terms of my participation in things, I am trying to go to social events that they set up in my school. It’s too late to join any clubs or anything like that, but I still try to go to the things that I can.  Things like the homecoming football game and dance, even if I don’t have a date.

     I cannot imagine that I will ever come home for a homecoming game after I leave here, but it was fun to pretend that I was.  I found Patrick and Sam sitting in their normal spot in the bleachers, and I started acting like I hadn’t seen them in a year even though I had seen them that afternoon in lunch when I ate my orange, and they smoked cigarettes.

     “Patrick, is that you? And Sam …  it’s been so long.  Who’s winning? God, college is such a trial.  My professor is making me read twenty-seven books this weekend, and my girlfr needs me to paint signs for her protest rally Tuesday.  Let those administrators know we mean business.  Dad is busy with his golf swing, and Mom has her hands full with tennis.  We must do this again.  I would stay, but I have to pick my sister up from her emotional workshop.  She’s making real progress.  Good to see ya.”

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