Dear Mr.

Campbell,

My name is Kyle Bogert and I am in your University Writing class. When I initially
enrolled in your class my immediate expectations was some tired old man instructing us on our
grammar trying to increase our vocabulary with ridiculous words no longer meant for todays
communications. However, you are a teacher who understands what writing is truly about, the
uncensored unbarred roaming thoughts of the individual who is courageous enough to put his
being on paper. Ive never written with the intent to please others, outside of graded papers. Most
of what I write tends to be for my eyes only. It was my own was of unleashing myself and
chasing whatever car seemed to pass by first. I would charge after it, enjoying and reveling in my
freedom of insanity until that vehicle sped out of my vision. Only then would the anxiety of how
far I have come from my initial starting point sent me dashing back to my pen with tail tucked
between legs. I would pay more attention to the path chosen by my subconscious, trying to relive
this mix of 26 letters sprinkled on my pages. Many times the poem, verse, or prose took the
shape of my love and connections to my girlfriend and soon to be fiance. However lines have
been discovered stained with thoughts of vengeance and spite.
Im sitting at my laptop now trying to drag myself back to my original intent of writing
this letter. My name is Kyle Bogert, I was born and raised in New Jersey. Most of my known life
was spent on the water, whether wakeboarding, fishing, tubing, or hours on the boat or jetski, the
ocean never grew tired of me. I have two older brothers named Kenny and Kevin, both are
graduating this year. The oldest, Kenny, went through very rough times in high school dealing
with depression, something I also encountered but had someone available to guide me through it.
He has the greatest work ethic in among the three of us, and has achieved much in college
because of it. The middle brother, Kevin, is the most intellectually and socially gifted. Kevin
already has a job lined up with J.P. Morgan ready for him when he graduates at the end of the
year. Of the three, I find myself to be the laziest. I am very capable of getting a 4.0 if only I
wanted to, but in all honesty I dont. Being a little above average is alright, as long as you excel
in those things that interest you. My brothers like to tell me how I am the most talented in the
family. Understanding things such as calculus and chemistry wasnt too difficult for me, what
kept me from an A in these classes was missed assignments and stupid mistakes on tests. The
days I did study I would receive the highest grades throughout the class, only to go back to
getting Bs on the next few tests. Athletics wise, working hard and reaching my goals are
important to me, but I dont do everything I could to reach them. It has become too easy to quit
on myself, but it has been something I have been trying to change since the beginning of the last
semester.
Running has become my life source ever since my decision in high school to become a
collegiate runner. My senior year I threw all I had into my training. The unmissed workout was
ritualistic to me, doing distance intervals with a fever and making it through a long run when the
temperature was below zero. It payed off as I won all but to races, losing to the state champion
and the runner up. I reached my goal of becoming a collegiate runner and getting a scholarship to
become a D1 athlete. Now I just try to make it back to the shape I need to be in to compete at this
high of a level.
Coming to Charlotte did bring some problems however. I have a girl back home who was
very distraught at my decision to leave her for eight months out of the year. I do my best to make

her happy but she believes that I chose this school over her and takes it personally. While I feel
as though my college life would be easier if I were single, I do plan on marrying her someday
and dont want to let her go.
I plan on working hard and enjoying your class, but my practices do leave me fatigued
and tired. I have on occasion fallen asleep during class. This is no personal insult to you as I find
your brand of humor entertaining, I just find myself tired all the time.

Thank you for reading this,

Kyle Bogert