Bahama Drama

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Is this animal cruelty?

University of the Bahamas student

Dear mother and dad, since I left for college, I have been remission writing, and I am sorry for my thoughtlessness and not having written before. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down. You are not to read any further unless you were sitting down. Okay, well then, I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the concussion I got when I jumped out the window of my dormitory when it caught on fire shortly after my arrival here is pretty well healed now. I only spent two weeks in the hospital, and now I can see almost normally. It only get those sick headaches once a day. Fortunately, the fire and the dormitory and my jump was witnessed by an attendant at the gas station near the dorm, and he was the one to call the fire department and the ambulance. He also visited me in the hospital, and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnt out dormitory, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It’s really a basement room, but it’s kind of cute. He’s a very fine boy, and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We haven’t got the exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show. Yes, Mother and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you were looking forward to being grandparents, and I know you are welcome to baby and give it the same love and devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a child. The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend has a minor infection which prevents us from passing our premarital blood tests, and I carelessly caught it from him. Now that I brought you up to date, I want to tell you that there was no dormitory fire. I did not have a concussion or a skull fracture. I was not in the hospital. I am not pregnant. I’m not engaged. I am not infected, and there is no boyfriend. However, I am getting a D in American history and an f and chemistry, and I want you to see those marks and their proper perspective.

You’re loving daughter,

Sharon

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This was inboxed and we were asked to share. Its origin is unknown to us. But what do you think about this girl? Will her bad grades even matter anymore to her dad?

Surprisingly a lot of people share in his opinions.

When you’re playing with God, you’re playing with your life…