Letters to Mead
Dear Erica,
To start off, I would love to say, I for one am happy not to be obsessed with my teachers unlike my friend Corey who will. I can tell already, I’m gonna love your class no doubt. Look, if even half of what Dr. Corey says in his paper about how he has missed you for the past twenty four hours, it’s true. I thought the global climate was going to dramatically change yesterday after class because we all missed you. The good thing is we are in the midst of the largest educational challenge of NMU of all time and that’s having the university trying put up with Corey, Randi, Brittney and myself because we rock this campus. We just might rock your world or at least our class. I’m gonna guess we should make a group between the five of us; call it “The Brady Bunch”. You might just have a better name for us by the end of the second week such as; Chain of Bobolinks
Now for the best part, me! I was born in a petite quiet village called Lom, a tiny aged village nestle against a mountain called Tsibrita‎ (“wide mountain”) overlooking the Danube River. I grew up in an orphanage until I was at the ripe age of four and was adopted and brought into a new light, one where the dark would not appear so much, in fact ever. (Ask me later about this sentence if confused, you just might be)
Apart from my old country, I grew up a beautiful home in Dallas Texas; I loved every minute of my childhood, until the point of curfews. I figured a few years back I would follow my elderly brothers’ foot-steps in finding a college. I needed something “home” friendly, something catchy and new. I vowed to never come to NMU; I thought anyone who wanted to live in the Upper Peninsula was crazy; here I am now a freshman at NMU. I majoring in international studies, most likely the major will change just like my growth spurts, not! I simply can not answer what kind of food I would choose to eat for the rest of my days with no freedom of other foods. My hidden talent is cleaning under OCD, no joke. I love to clean and be organized all the time, would you like me to clean your house?  Oh and another secret talent is I do Voodoo, so don’t mess with me, just kidding. My high school superlative was two things, most organized and the best dressed, go figure!
love English, I do, and my father is an English teacher. I’d love to learn and write poetry and songs. As a singer song writer I worship the time I spend dreaming up music to be and writing the poetry. I crave to learn in your class how to be a superior writer and how to write less dramatically, not that I do already. My aspiration is to write extensive lengths of stories and writing memoirs of my past and my ideal future, hopefully one day a novel or memoir.
Before we embark on this “journey”, let me point out, more letters such as this may pop in your inbox at random times. Because, I strangely have the time to write on my spare time from twenty one credit schedules, I feel I should call this paper the “Daily Bobolinks”.

Sincerely, soon to be your favorite,
Michael Skrobeck