by Carolyn Brown

Dear Quinn,  I am learning many things in this strange university, including many things about myself. Here is a poem I wrote in English class that tells you a little more.  I am an active teenage girl.  I like to entertain myself by playing softball and basketball.  I wonder how much fitter I can get.  I here the crowd as they flood the benches.  I see a crucial game.  I wish to experience victory.  I am an active teenage girl. I like to entertain myself by playing softball and basketball.  I pretend I am the most impressive athlete.  I fell the spectators admiration.  I touch the clammy leather ball.  I worry about dissatisfying my team  I cry. We lost.  I am an active teenage girl.  I like to entertain myself by playing softball and basketball.  I understand we can't win every game.  I say everyone has the capacity for improvement.  I dream I am the greatest and most popular athlete,  I dare to elevate my abilities.  I hope my efforts aren't squandered.  I am an active teenage girl.  I like to entertain myself by playing softball and basketball.  Write me back, tell me where you are. Tell about the strange things that surround you.                             Signed,                             Carolyn

Dear Carolyn,  How are you? I really enjoyed hearing from you and knowing you're doing fine. I loved the poem, it was a creative way of telling me about yourself.  In this new country there are creatures of the night, you must lock windows and doors tightly. If you don't, they'll seep in through the cracks and turn you into one of them. They're nice and sociable during the day, but I'd prefer being an alien. If you're out by the spatial landing area at a specific time, the aliens will come by and abduct you. They too change you, into an extraterrestrial.  I'd like to be turquoise with orangish yellow spots and one eye.  The ground is soft and gooey, a purple gel. You can get sucked under on the odd step, but nobody can  suffocate, even if they tried. It is difficult to walk at first, I find it rather amusing to watch the parades when the bulls are heading towards the arenas. The bull will be running along and then all of the sudden it'll disappear.  The grass is a yellow color. There are a lot of vineyards and orchards. The countryside is rugged and difficult to travel. The sky is pale green and bright orange. The trees are upside down and completely blue, trunk and all. The rocks are green, and match the purple gel. There are beautiful beaches, blue beaches along the Mediterranean sea. It's sad that you can only spend an hour or so outside, because the sun is too strong. The sun is silver and can be deadly if you look directly at it. The moon has the same effect as a black light.  When you see a falling star, you can hop on and go for a ride, tour the universe.  You need to leave your house with caution, if your mean and abusive to your house, it will grow legs and run away. It takes a lot of convincing to get it to come back and when it finally does come back, it usually requires counseling.  When there are storm predictions, you need to rush home and turn on the gravitational device. Here, a storm means the gravity gives up and there are gusts of wind over 200 kilometers per hour!!!! If anyone ever survived the winds, they'd float off into otter space.  It's definitely a change, a whole new world. Many new dangers, but not too many of the old ones.                         Write back Soon,                             Quinn

Dear Journal, Today I have spent a lovely day viewing the sites here in Spain. I think  that it is the most beautiful place. I’ve written a poem to explain hoe  I passed my day. I went for a ride on the rugged country roads It felt as if we were driving on a trampoline Unstable and bouncy I watched an angry bull run by, charging at its enemy like two deer in the wild, fighting for a doe When I returned to the beach-side residence I looked out the window. I felt like a Falcon, able to see for miles and miles I felt a little drowsy, with all the sights seen, I then understood those traditional siestas, as I fell into a deep sleep, like an over-tired infant.     I think that was the last one and you have all the other ones. Let  me know if there is anything else you need. Carolyn

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