My daddy said I can't live in the elite dormitory this coming year. He got laid off from his job and mommy doesn't work. Mommy says we're three months behind on our moorgige. (Is that the way you spell that word?). He says he took it up the Hershey Highway (whatever that means) in the stock market too. Now I have to go live in the regular dorms with all of the poor kids. Not one of them has a Coach handbag. I think I'm going to barf. It's just not fair.

Send money.

Rumpy