Dear Little JO,* I guess when you read this letter you'll be sitting right here looking at what I'm looking at. The front of Ms. Khang's English classroom with the old-​fashioned blackboard and the posters offamous book covers and the Thought of the Day and this new thing, this big wooden box painted in bright colors. I mean you don't know me because I just drew your name randomly. And if you're in grade ten this will be your first course with Ms. Khang, which means you don't know her as a teacher yet either. Pretty weird getting a letter from a total stranger I bet. Or how about getting a letter period, in this day and age. Khang stands up there taking as much time as possible telling us what this box is for. She's turning it around and around to show off her paint job, tilting it forward to show the two slots in the top, pointing out the separate combination lock for each lid. All that buildup. After a while we're all expecting doves to fly out of it or something. And then poor Khang looks all disappointed when we're disappointed that it turns out to be only a mailbox. Which is the whole problem with buildup. Well you'll see it foryourself pretty soon I guess. On the board it says Introduce Yourself. So my name is Adam Kurlansky and this is Grade Twelve Applied English. One of the courses I flunked last year, which now I'm regretting because this assignment is not something I'm all that interested in. A letter every week for the entire semester. *JO stands for Jerkoff in case you were wondering. I'm sticking it here in the middle of the letter instead of at the top because Khang wants us to hold up the paper to show her before we put it in the envelope. To prove we actually filled the minimum one page, since she's not actually planning on reading our letters herself. If she asks me I guess I'll just say JO is short for your name, Jonathan. Don't take it the wrong way. I figure it's fair game to call you a little jerkoff even though I don't know you personally because I was one too, as a sophomore. Only most likely not as little. I was already pretty close to my full height by then: six foot three. I mean I see you all in the halls with your faces turning red whenever I catch you staring at me. You're like these arcade gophers popping in and out of holes. People know who I am because of being a bunch of credits behind and not graduating and having to come crawling back for the so‑called victory lap. Or not because of that. More likely because of football I guess. Because they decided to let me keep playing football. Sincerely, Adam Kurlansky Excerpted from We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.