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Dear Mr. Dodge, Hi. My name is Joe. Joe McBourbon. I'm a new student in your class. What will the fourth grade be like? I don't think I'll like it very much, but Ma wants me to go. She's an very serious alcholic. If I don't do as she says, she'll beat me. I don't want another beatin' Mr. Dodge. So, I'ma gonna go to school. My Sister don't go to school. She got raped two years ago, so now she don't go to public areas at all, not even with a trusted adult around. How are the kids in the 4th grade? I hope to make a friend. I don't have any friends. The kids at my ol' school, they wern't very nice. They would laugh and call me names, and hit me. When I brought my lunch from home, they would take it. Do the kids in the 4th grade take others lunch? I hope not. Oh, do you have a parent night? You don't have to bother, my parents 'll never come. My Mom is too wasted, and my Dad, he works alot. Him work hard on the farm, from dawn till dusk. Then him go down to the local casino and play till the late hours. Oh, do we have to bring any school supplies? Dad uses all 'ur money on his games, so I don't have any supplies like pencils and crayons. But, my Dad says I can't waist money on such things, so I don't. But you know what, I do got one supply, and I can bring it. It's got all sorts of tools, wisdom, good advice, fun stories an' more. I can bring it, Mr. Dodge, then I too will have supplies. You know what it is, Mr. Dodge? It's ma Bible. Well, guess I will see you in school. God bless you, Mr. Dodge. Sincerily, Joe McBourbon |
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written by: Michael Fitzpatrick dedicated to: The fine friends who help complete my life. I thank God for you all. |