daddy long legs

Chapter 20

Dear Daddy Long Legs:
I hope you're not the director sitting on the toad.I heard that there was a loud "bang" at that time, maybe that director is fatter than you.

Do you remember that there were some grate-covered holes outside the laundry window of the John Gorier Orphanage?Every spring, when toads are rampant, we often catch toads and hide them in holes.Sometimes they would crawl into the laundry room, causing cheers and cheers from everyone.We were severely punished for this, but the catching of toads never ceased.

One day—by the way, I won't bother you with details—a fat, squishy toad somehow crawled into the big leather chairs in the boardroom.As a result, at the afternoon meeting - you must have been there and should remember the scene.

Looking back calmly now, I deserved to be punished, and if I remember correctly, it was justly punished.

I don't know why I am so nostalgic. Could it be spring and toad that touched my playful nature?There is no order against frog hunting here, but I have no desire to catch frogs anymore.

Monday eighth period
Do you know which is my favorite book?I mean now.

My hobbies change every three days.My favorite is Wuthering Heights.When Emily Bronte wrote this book as a young man, she had never been outside Harver Parish.She has never been in contact with a man in her life, how can she create a man like Heath Cliff?
I couldn't do it, but I was young and I hadn't been out of an orphanage—all the conditions for success.I get discouraged at times and feel like I'm not a genius.Daddy Long Legs, will you be disappointed if I don't become a great writer?Everything is so beautiful, verdant, and thriving in spring, I really want to leave the books and run into nature to play.There are countless new things in the wild, and it is much more interesting to experience the stories in the books than to write them.

oops! ! ! ! ! ! !

My yelling brought Sally, Julia (unfortunately), and the senior girl down the hall.Because I saw a centipede, like this:

In fact, the real situation is even more dire than that.I just finished writing the last sentence and was thinking about the next sentence, when there was a "bang", it fell from the sky and landed beside me.I was caught off guard and knocked over two glasses on the table.Sally killed the front half of it with my comb (which I don't use anymore), and the back 50 feet ran away from under the mirror stand.

This old dormitory is covered with ivy, and there are many centipedes hidden in it, which is more terrifying than a tiger squatting under the bed.

after church on thursday

Misfortune happened one after another.This morning, I didn't hear the wake-up bell, and as I hurried to get dressed, I tore my shoelaces and buttoned my collar button around my neck.As a result, breakfast was late, which led to being late for the first self-study class, but the pen leaked and I didn't bring blotting paper.In trigonometry class, the professor and I had a disagreement over a small problem in logarithms.After checking the books, she was right.Lunch was mutton stew and rhubarb stalks, both of which I didn't like, and tasted like the food in the orphanage.The postman delivered nothing but the bill (though, I had never received anything else before, and no one in my family ever wrote letters).Unexpectedly, the English class in the afternoon was changed to a writing class, as follows:
I ask for nothing,
There is nothing to be rejected either.

I give my life for this,

The rich businessman smiled.

Brazil?He plays with the buttons,

don't look at me at all,
But, ma'am, is it possible today
Have nothing else to offer?

This is a poem, I don't know who its author is, and I don't understand its meaning.When I arrived in class, it was neatly copied on the blackboard, and the teacher asked us to comment on it.After reading the first paragraph, I seem to understand a little bit.The rich businessman should refer to the gods who bless those who do good, but in the second paragraph he fiddles with buttons again. This speculation seems to be blasphemous again, so I had to change my mind hastily.The situation of the other students in the class was the same as mine. We were facing a blank sheet of paper for [-] minutes, and our minds were empty.Learning is an extremely exhausting process.

However, the bad luck is not over yet, and more bad things are to come.

Can't play golf on rainy days, so have to go to the gym.The gymnastics stick of the girl next to me hit my elbow with a "bang".I went back to the dormitory to find that my sky blue spring dress had arrived, but the skirt was too small to sit on.Friday is the day to clean the dormitory, and the cleaning lady messed up the manuscript paper on my desk.The dessert after the meal is "Tombstone" (a kind of vanilla milk jelly).The service was extended by another 20 minutes to preach about the ways of being a woman.When I finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to read "Portrait of a Lady", Akeli, a clumsy girl with a face like dough, came to me and asked me, Monday's lesson starts from paragraph 69 , or start from paragraph 70.This girl sat next to me in Latin class because her last name and mine both began with an A (I wish Mrs. Lippy had given me a Z-like Zabliski).She sat for a full hour and just left.

Has anyone ever heard of such a depressing sequence of events?In life, we don't only show our heroic qualities when disasters are imminent, and everyone should be brave enough to face danger or misfortune.It takes a bit of energy to laugh at the everyday annoyances.

In the future, I will focus on cultivating this spirit, seeing life as a competition, and throwing myself into it as skillfully and fairly as possible.Whether I win or lose, I shrug my shoulders and laugh it off.

In any case, I will be an upright person.Dear Daddy Long Legs, you'll never see me complaining about Julia wearing stockings or centipedes falling from the sky.

Please reply quickly.

forever yours judy
9:30 p.m. Friday

(End of this chapter)