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Miss Jerusha Abbott Give letter from mr longlegs smith 215 Ferguson Building September 24 Dear kind director who sends orphans to college, I'm finally here! I took the train for 4 hours yesterday.That's really interesting, isn't it? I've never been on a train before. University is such a big, confusing place--I get lost as soon as I leave the room. I'll write you another letter when I feel less confused; and then I'll talk to you You talk about my homework. It's Saturday night and classes don't start until Monday morning.But I still want to write a letter first so that we can get to know each other.

It's a strange thing to write to a stranger.Letter writing is weird enough for me - I've written 3 letters in my life so far, so if it's not quite up to par, please turn a blind eye. However, Mrs. Lippy had a serious talk with me for a while before we set out yesterday morning.She asked me to be cautious in my words and deeds in the future, especially to my kind husband who has been kind to me.I must remember to be very "respectful". But how can you respect a man named John Smith? Why don't you choose a name with a little personality? I've thought a lot about you this summer; finally having someone interested in me after all these years makes me feel like I've found my home.Made me feel like I belonged, which is a very comfortable feeling.At any rate, I must confess that when I think of you my imagination is of little use.I only know 3 things:

1. You are tall 2. You are rich 3. You hate girls I guess I could call you "Dear Mr. Woman Hater".But this is so insulting to myself.Maybe I could call you "Dear Rich Man", but that would be too insulting, as if the only thing you're worth mentioning is money.Also, being "rich" is a very superficial trait.You probably won't be rich all your life; there are plenty of smart people who have flopped on Wall Street.But you should grow the same height all your life! So I decided to call you dear Daddy-Long-Legs.Hope you don't mind.It's just a private nickname, we don't tell Mrs. Lippi.

In two minutes to 10 the clock is about to strike.Our day is divided into segments by the sound of bells.We eat, sleep and go to class by the bell.It pissed me off; I was like a wild horse all the time. Come on! Lights out.Good night. You see how well behaved I am, thanks to my training at the John Grier House. Your most respected, Jerusha Abbott To Daddy Long Legs - Smith