This letter is written to someone who has touched my life for a long time to come.

Being the first person in my entire family to graduate from college is an enormous personal accomplishment. But the fact that I have nearly completed two majors in four years makes me even prouder. I always knew that my senior year would be filled with an assortment of memories. Although this one I never anticipated.

Sometime between 12:30 a.m. and 11:30 p.m. on Feb. 25, you broke into my car. It was parked behind my apartment building under a light no less. My car has no extraordinary characteristics (ie. expensive stereo) which would make it stand out. So I guess I will never know why you chose my car.

I purchased my car eight months ago for my senior year. All financial obligations from my car come from my own pocket. It took me five years of hard work at K-Mart to be able to afford such a valuable luxury. This is not just another car, it is a part of me. A part that you have so little regard for. You have truly hurt me.

Not only must I replace what you took, I must repair the damage you did and clean up the mess you left. Thank you for making my insurance rates increase. Thank you for making me incur yet another set of college expenses. Thank you for leaving deep scratches, a constant reminder of what you’ve done to me. Thank you for making my senior year of college something I won’t soon forget.

May you enjoy what you purchase with my money.

P.S. Thank you for having enough consideration to lock the doors when you were done—although there was nothing left to take.

Julieanne Nelson

Senior

Accountancy