Report to the Headmaster's Office
Dearest Friend,
Happy Holidays to you and yours!
I hope the holiday season brings you good things and all the gifts of the season... truly!
I was just going through all these old boxes up in the attic and came across a lot of old school memorabilia, yearbooks, and all the other junk I kept from our time at Fairchild. I actually found an old school uniform! It took a while for me to sort everything out and figure out what to keep and what to throw away - it has been so long since I've seen anyone from the Academy. Do you still keep in touch with anyone?
The reason that I am writing is because I came across one of your albums by mistake (goodness, to think I've had it in my attic all that time...) and so I decided it would be prudent of me to return your album to you, even after all these years. I don't know if you are the sentimental sort to still keep things from school or not. :)
You know, going through all the junk, it made me remember with such fondness our times together - you were my best friend in our time there and my sanity! I can still recall all our demerits and our times in detention - I'm lucky they never threw me out! I've missed you throughout the years and I miss my time at Fairchild. Do you?
Speaking of old school memories, do you know what ever happened to Professor Stephen, the Headmaster of the place? Funny, after all these years, I look back upon my time at Fairchild and remember him fondly, strict bastard that he was! The last anyone had heard, he found a post at a woman's college or something out of state. I wonder where he is or if any of the alumni committee would know how to find him again.
Anyhow, lovely to write you and think of you again! Please keep in touch and share some of your memories if you wish...
Still being good after all these years,
Your fellow Fairchild alum
My Dear Friend,
It is wonderful to hear from you! Imagine my surprise when I opened the simple brown paper wrapped package that was delivered to my doorstep this morning. I have been flipping through the old school album you returned and enjoying every moment spent skipping down memory lane.
I, too miss our alma mater, from that giant oak tree in the center of the quad that shaded us while we spent hours avoiding our school work, to the second floor balcony window of the library - the after dinner perch for two gossiping girls. Oh, we did have fun, didn't we? I am simply amazed that we managed to fit enough time into our busy schedules for something as mundane as school work. We were a handful!
I heard from Ellie Parker that our esteemed Headmaster is still maintaining order and turning out disciplined young ladies at a private school somewhere in Connecticut. Poor Professor Stephen, I think of him from time to time and have considered sending him some sort of correspondence, but I am not quite sure whether I should thank him for just being who he was, or apologize for all my years of naughtiness! What a pair we were!
I still remember the day you and I met as clearly as if it were yesterday. We met in the hall as I was leaving the Headmaster's office and you were sitting on that horrid old bench just outside his door. Do you remember that bench? We certainly spent enough time waiting there...
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Report to the Headmaster's office
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