분야
hwp Mr Marcus Skinner,
care of the English Department,
Stanford University.
Dear Mr Skinner...
My name is Shaun Brumder,
and I think youre a total genius.
I Iive in California,
in a place called Orange County.
A year ago, I was just
another Orange County surfer,
spending my days
at the beach with my buddies...
...playing volleyball...
Spike it, Shaun!
...spending my nights
around a bonfire, partying.
School was always a walk for me.
I did pretty well without trying too hard.
Tropical storm three miles off Laguna.
Lets go! Surfs up!
But I was easily distracted.
- What about next period?
- -footers, man! Screw your period.
-footers!
Then, last April,
me and my crew
drove out to Emerald Cove,
to catch some major tsunami waves.
I dont know, you guys.
Dude, face the fear.
This is intense!
Righteous!
Lonny always said that he wanted to
die eating foam in a massive wipe-out,
but I bet hes up in heaven right now...
After Lonny drowned,
I did some heavy meditating.
I thought, maybe theres more to life
than extreme sports
and trying to get laid.
Maybe theres
a bigger purpose for me,
and Ive just been too high
to figure it out.
I was sitting on the beach,
totally cogitating.
I looked down, and there,
in the sand, was a copy of your book.
It was like a sign,
like your book was calling out to me.
Read me.
For the next few days,
I read it from cover to cover.
It totally captured
what its like to be a teenager:
the excitement, the confusion,
the horniness.
Sometimes I laughed so hard,
I thought I was going to puke and die.
Other times, I cried.
Shaun, are you OK?
Its just so sad.
I read your book times
that month,
and I finally realised what
I wanted to do with my life.
I want to be a writer.
Ive been writing ever since.
Its all I ever do.
All day and all night sometimes.
It was hard to get going,
but once I did, I couldnt stop.
Im like a machine,
and nothing else matters.
- Guys, Im selling my board.
- No!
I dont have time to surf.
- I need to focus on my writing.
- What?
My friends think Ive lost my mind.
Hes Iost his mind.
Lets get Iit
and jump off the roof.
Now youre talking.
I need some feedback,
and theres no one here to help.
Ive got your story here, Shaun.
Wow!
I noticed you used a Iot of big words.
Nice. Good for you.
It was quite Iong, so I didnt read it all,
but who cares cause I gave you an A.
My brother, Lance, is perpetually
recovering from the night before.
Im sorry, I dont feel good.
My girlfriends the only one
whos actually read my work,
but shes always too positive
to take seriously.
Its, Iike, the best story Ive ever read.
- Really?
- Its funny and original.
I mean, I think it could be a movie.
Orange Countys not the best
environment for an aspiring writer,
so Im applying to Stanford
to study with you.
You are a shoo-in.
Should I apply
to some safety schools?
No need. Dont be a scaredy-cat.
Theres no doubt youll go to Berkeley.
Stanford.
Yeah,
Stanfords where youre going, Mister.
Im sending you a copy of my story.
Hopefully, with your wisdom and
guidance, I will one day be a real writer.
I look forward to seeing you
in the fall, Mr Skinner...
Your greatest admirer,
Shaun Brumder.
- Watch it!
- Why are you Iying here?
My parole officer wants to give
me a drug test. I need your urine.
Can I score some of your piss?
- Yeah.
- Awesome, man.
- Bob?
- Dont yell at me!
Bob, are you OK?
Mom!
Hey, Mom!
- What?
- Somethings wrong with Bob.
- Did you feed him his pills today?
- I dont know. Is he OK?
- No.
- Youve got to remember his pills, Mom.
Lupe, did you give Bob his pills?
- Im not a nurse.
- Shaun, get rid of her right now.
OK, baby? She has a bad attitude.
And shes...
You stole my PalmPilot! You did.
Admit it.
- Thats it!
- No, you did.
Yeah, its over.
What? What happened?
What did she say?
Shes sorry,
and thinks youre an incredible Iady.
When the mail comes
will you call me on my cell?
Im supposed to hear
from Stanford today.
OK.
