My friend Yim

Dear Dad and Alice,
Boy is college is sure is hard.
I have made some new friends, and one is named Juair. I might visit their families over vacation, I don't know.
Actually, I have a lot of work to do.
There's hard classes I'm taking, like math and oncology and Roman lit.
I guess probly the hardest class I'm taking is Entymology in Religion. It's taught by Dr. Koan, and he's very ruthless about late fees and such.
And I have a paper due in a few days over the Exegesis Butterfly, whatever that is.
I think college is good, though, because I get to stretch my mind.
That sounds funny, though, as if the mind is a muscle. Wait. I can't remember, maybe it is a muscle.
Ugh. I'll take Muscle Science when I'm a sophomore.
Then I'll tell you guys what's what.
Oh, and that first sentence is called a Zyme- I learned it in my Lyt. Shyt. class- It's when you can't decide what to say, so you say it all at the same time. It's usually a sign of a great thinker. I think Hemingway did it a lot, but he was too conservative with it usually.
Hemingway was a fisherman, actually, and he drove ambuli.
That's the plural for ambulance. Wow, huh?
I'll be home in March, I think.
I miss you and such.
love, Yim