Euthanasia

Tom,
I am missing you tonight. Across the miles I send you this bedtime story.

When I was in high school, my teacher stood up and gave us the assignment to write a debate paper on "Euthanasia".

I was an innocent girl. (I didn't know that some people actually killed in order to put someone out of their misery). I naively took the assignment to heart and wrote a provocative piece on Youth in Asia.

I didn't lack in material for my debate. During my high school years- we were constantly reminded that we were falling behind internationally....especially compared with Asians.

I was also a little bitter that I had lost the Junior High Spelling Bee to Amy Kwan. She was so smug in her victory...like she knew all along that the ignorant white chick didn't stand a chance. She probably even knew what Euthanasia was...in 7th grade, even.

I never forgot that Amy Kwan. She got stickers on all of her tests...had perfectly sharpened glitter pencils in her pristine little pencil bag....while I had nothing but yellow #2 nubs buried in a bed of shavings in the back of my disorganized desk.

Perfect posture. Carrying a trendy lunch box filled with exotic fruits and vegetables...while I cashed in my sandwich bag full of quarters for a tray of steaming mashed potatoes,Salisbury steak, and ice cream cup.

She would chew her brain food with her nose in the air - while all of us slurped down our trough feed....destroying our brain cells...one bite at a time.

She never cracked a smile...she was all business. She was actually going to school to learn. I thought that's what college was for.

I was a little bitter. Just a teensey. The thesis of my paper was that the Youth in Asia may be smarter...but we are nicer. I also showcased my ignorance by assuming she was not American.

I got an "A" on my paper. I'm positive it was a pity "A"... or maybe she was compensating me for the amusement of it all....or maybe...just maybe...my teacher had lost a spelling bee, too.

Hope you aren't too ashamed to be my husband after that confession.
Sweet dreams, Tommy T.

I love you.

p.s. - for your entertainment....