Chapter 6 Chapter 6. /7/8

Chapter 6. wednesday Dear Daddy Long Legs, I changed my name.I'm still called Jerusha on the school list, but on other occasions I'm called Judy.It's sad to have to pick up a nickname for yourself, isn't it? But Judy wasn't something I made up.Before Freddie Birkin could speak fluently, he used to call me that. I hope Mrs. Lippy will use her ingenuity more in the future when choosing a name for the baby.She took our surnames from the phone book -- you'll see Abbott if you turn to the first page.And the name was taken from everywhere she saw it; Jerusha she saw on a tombstone.I've always hated the name; I kind of like Judy though.Such a simple name.This name looks like the kind of girl who has a pair of blue eyes, is sweet, is spoiled by her family, and doesn't have to worry about anything for a lifetime, a girl who is completely different from me.Wouldn't it be nice to be like this? No matter what mistakes I've made, no one can say my family spoiled me.But it's also fun to pretend.Please write to Judy by name in the future.

(The dinner bell is ringing, bye) Chapter 7. Friday Uncle, what do you think? The English instructor said that my last article showed an unusual originality.She really said it! That's what she said.Considering all my 18 years of training, that seems unlikely, doesn't it? The purpose of the John Greer House is to turn 97 little orphans into 97 people who look, behave, and look alike. My unusual artistic talent showed itself at an early age through Mrs. Lippy on the door panels.I hope you don't take offense when I speak ill of my childhood home.But you have the right to stop your support at any time when I become too bad.It's not very nice to say it, but you can't expect me to be polite; an orphanage is not a training school for ladies.

Uncle, you know, what is difficult in college is not homework, but entertainment.Most of the time I couldn't understand what the girls were talking about, their jokes seemed to be about their same past.I was like a foreigner in their world, I couldn't understand their language.This is a very melancholy feeling.I've felt that way all my life.In high school, the girls would stand together and look at me.I'm weird, I'm different, and everyone knows it.I could feel "John Greer House" written all over my face.Then some good people will come and comfort me.I hate every single one of them - especially the good ones.

No one here knows that I was raised in an orphanage.I told Sally Macbeth that my parents were dead and that a kind old gentleman sent me to college - so far it's been true.I don't want you to think I'm stupid, but I do want to be like other girls, and my horrible childhood "home" is the biggest difference.If I could just ignore that and get it out of my mind, I think I should be as cute as any other girl.I don't think there's really an underlying difference. Anyway, Sally Macbeth likes me! your forever, Judy Abbott (official name Jorusha) Sunday I've just read the letter again, and it sounds very unhappy.But as you might not guess, I have a special report due on Monday morning, a review of geometry, and a bad cold.

Chapter 8. October 25 Dear Daddy Long Legs, I'm already on the basketball team, you should see the grade on my left shoulder.Green and purple, with an orange border around it.Julia Pendleton also wanted to join, but was not selected.awesome! You see I am a born bad embryo. College is getting more and more interesting.I love the girls, the teachers, the classes, the place and the food.We eat ice cream twice a week and don't eat orphanage food. You only want me to write one letter a month, don't you? I send you one every few days! But I'm so excited about these novel experiences, I must talk to someone, and you are me The only person I know.Forgive my excitement; I'll settle down soon.If my letters bother you, you can always throw them in the trash.I promise not to write any letters until mid-November.

your too tongue-in-cheek friend Judy Abbott