In high school, I managed AP classes, sports, community service, yearbook and chores while also keeping good grades. You had so much faith in me that I would get into college as well as get scholarships. When you left me at the end of move-in day we were so excited and hopeful for the year to come. I am so sorry that I am letting you down.

My health is awful. Either I’m eating too much or not enough. I eat mac and cheese for two meals a day, every day. I get ice cream before and after dinner. I don’t drink water because I need caffeine. I am sorry I’m putting my obligations before my own health.

I stay up super late and wake up super early. Four hours of sleep isn’t getting me as far as it used to. It is extremely hard to stay awake in class which means I am not as attentive which leads to difficulty with homework. My grades aren’t as good as I thought they would be. It is not that the material is hard, it is that I have too much to do and not enough time to do it well.

It’s not poor time management, I just never have enough time to manage. Twenty-four hours a day still isn’t enough time. With club meetings, hall meetings and tutoring being at the same time every day, I have to prioritize and choose what is most important at the moment. You paid for me to play intramural golf and I haven’t been to a single practice or signed up for a tournament because I never have the time.

Please understand I am trying my hardest to make you proud. I love you and I miss you. I force myself to get up at 7 a.m. for class and stay up until 1 a.m. studying so I can keep my grades up. Thank you for getting me here and loving and supporting me unconditionally. Thank you for teaching me that I am strong enough to handle this.

Love,

Your baby girl