My Sad and Lonely Mailbox

Today has been a good day. My alarm went off a 6:57, for reasons best understood by the delirious version of me who set my alarm at a late hour of the night. But all was well, I re-set the alarm for 8 o'clock, when I woke well rested. My day was planned out so perfectly. Go to Lauren's at 9 and study Book of Mormon until 11, when I would go to work until 2, leaving just enough time to review my flash cards before taking the final at 3, after which I would return home and finish my Home and Family Living studying.

All went as planned. Lauren and I made great progress with our studying, I was early to work, and I even thought to get food before I left. I made it to the MARB with over 30 minutes of study time left, and did well on the final. I was sure that nothing could bring my day down.

Unfortunately, I stand corrected. On the way back to room, I decided to stop by my mailbox. It had been over a week since I had checked the mail, due to a loss of my keys, so I figured there had to be something waiting. I opened the little door, bent down, and saw two pieces of paper. They read:

Dear Ms. Spackman:

We are sorry to learn that you wish to cancel your subscription to TIME/REAL SIMPLE.

We hope you have enjoyed our magazine, and that you will consider ordering from us in the future. Thank you for being our costumer.

Sincerely, Regina Evans

(In case you missed the Anne Spackman explanation, you can read it here)

I stood there and looked at those little slips of paper for much longer than was socially acceptable. How could Anne Spackman do this to us? Didn't she know that her magazines, the comfort of weekly mail, was one of the main things Sarah and I looked forward to? True, we never actually read the magazines, they usually just sat on our window sill until one of us had the sense to throw it out, but it was the concept, the routine, that brought us comfort. And what if, one day, one of us had the great urge to actually read time magazine? What would we do then? And it's not like we never got any use out of those magazines. The Real Simple magazine that came a while back inspired my homeschool project, the project that earned a 96 out of 100. Had it not been for Anne Spackman's neglect to cancel her subscription, I wouldn't have known what to do. I feel like I've fallen into a movie scene, and right now the narrator would be saying something about not realizing what you have until it's gone.

Ok, so maybe I'm being a little melodramatic. But hey, that's just how I am sometimes. And the prospect of no more magazines really does bring me down. I will miss opening my mailbox and seeing the folded up book, and the feeling of hate towards Anne Spackman that comes form knowing that she gets more mail than we do.

So basically, all melodrama aside, what I'm trying to say is that neither I, nor my soon to be empty mailbox, would complain if you wanted to send me something :) My address is just an email away!

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