Dear Father,
Today is a millstone in my life. I have pride because I am a student at a big collage for father education. I have payed the price and I have now the reseat ticket in my wallet as the proof.
The collage is a big bilding made with stones. There are thousands of students from a broad and we all come to lern english. I can no more be laying in the bed late because I must be attending at 9 am so I must live the hostel at 8.15 am. I am now use to the queue which is part of the english way of living, so I qued outside the classroom for the enroling test. We had to answer many questions on the grammer and to write a count of ourselfes. I wrote that I am the eldest of a ten child family and I have producer father and obedient quite mother.
There were three teachers who was washing us in the silence and I handed out my ended test to the prittyest because she looked kind. She had the long yellow hairs and the blue eyes and the straitforward nose. She marked my test and she say I was well done and then she asked my questions like how long I have been in england. This question every one ask every forinner. Then again I joint the queue to pay the enroling bill and then the que in the cantin for a terribel lunch like the hostel.
It was very interested to change ideas with the others students and we talked about our lifes in england. Some of the girls are opair. This is a french word but they are swisses so I am not understanding them, but soon I will because they are very beutifull. They live with english families and they are babyseaters. One student tell me he live in a bedseater in erlscort but I do not know what is this. There were two things we all were agreed we do not like the wether and the food. But at the other hand we like the freedom and it is wanderfull to say what is in our minds and to wear the close we like. All so the people is very kind and helps us.
Your loving son,
Iziz
