The letter

Dear Yvette,

I was really glad I got to see you during my spring break. It is the end of March now, and I know you are pretty nervous because of you college application. Now, I am sitting in my writing classroom, and I have some words for you.

You are one year order than me. We have been friends since I was born sixteen years ago. After all these years we spent together, I can understand you even without talking. I remember that afternoon you sat in front of me eating your dessert. You scooped up a little piece of putting with the tiny steel spoon and stared at the table silently. I asked you what was wrong, and you said it was because the application. You were afraid of the brutal rejections that might be laying in your email box after those two months. Some of your classmates had already received the offers, and you felt so exhausted for your emptiness. Dear Yvette, I just want to tell you here, do not be interrupted by others any more, because you are amazing, and some one in those colleges will definitely see that.

You have always been such a unique girl. Your one hundred and seventy five centimeters' height--which we usually used to joke about--made you extremely special in the crowd. I can easily find you in two hundreds of your classmates. We all know what gave your beautiful height--swimming. I have been practice since five year old, and then got to the professional swimming team. You are strong. When you were in elementary school, you swam thousands of meters and then walked home for nearly two hours in the piercing wind, because no one remembered to pick you. You are kind. When I was sick in America, you kept calling me and told me about some interesting things on the Internet for distractions from pain. You are smart. Whenever you find others' mistakes, you always smiled without a word instead of pointing out in public. See, this is who you are; the best friend in my world who I am proud of; an excellent girl who should not deny her value.

Don't worry, this is how everyone getting through these. Applying and waiting. When I was applying to my high school, I was actually as nervous as you are.  However, there was not a minute I have ever suspected myself for my ability, because I have my shining points, and I knew there was going to be a right school for me, a school that liked me for who I am. Therefore, just calm down, and use this part of free time to do something you like.

Do you feel better now? The class is almost over, and I hope this letter will be useful to you. You are coming to America next year, and I want you to know that, wherever we are, I will always have your back.

Yours,

Amanda