
I don't like Valentine's Day. I hate seeing all the cards and hearts and flowers and candy everywhere you go this time of year. I hate the ushy-gooshey commercials on TV. I hate mylar heart-shaped balloons. I hate Conversation Hearts Candy. I don't put up a Valentine's Day bulletin board in my classroom. I Don't Like Valentine's Day!!
You may think you know whey I don't like Valentine's Day....."Poor Debbie; she is single; no wonder she hates the day!" Negative, Ghost Rider! My extreme dislike for this day began long, long ago in a land far, far away.....
Those of you who are old enough have to remember what a big deal Valentine's Day was when we were in elementary school.....grade school it was called "back in the day." We worked for days creating amazingly artistic bags or boxes for our classmates to put our Valentines in. We had parties that lasted hours; we stuffed our faces with cupcakes and sugar cookies and chocolate candy from heart-shaped boxes. We played games and laughed and forgot about work for a day. I loved it!!
Then it happened, my extreme humiliation one Valentine's Day when I was in about fourth grade. William Lenart, my guy, my boyfriend....we were "going together".......broke my heart! At our annual party, he gave me a wonderfully decorated, homemade Valentine!! He had written a poem "from his heart" on it! I was thrilled; I was proud; I giggled; I beamed; I showed it off!! All of a sudden.....GASP!!! I see a Valentine EXACTLY LIKE MINE in the hands of the new little red-headed girl across the room!! (Yes, Ginger, she WAS red-headed!!) I was stunned; I was confused; I was saddened; I was embarrassed, but more than anything else, I was MAD!!! That low-down, dirty, cheatin' WILLIAM!! He wouldn't meet my gaze, but he knew I was boiling!!
The bell rang for recess, and I was ready! Our playgrounds back then weren't as sanitarilly childproofed as they are today....no fences, no whistles, not many rules.....and plenty of ROCKS!! I scoured the outskirts of the playground for the perfect one; finally pocketing a golf-ball sized beauty. William was by the basketball court with his buddies; they were all in a circle discussing what he had done. I slowly made my way to the circle; I stopped about 10 feet away and called his name, "WILLIAM LENART!!" He jumped and turned my way, meeting my burning gaze.....one of his buddies said something to him, and he turned his head sideways, giving me the perfect target! I chunked that rock as hard as I could hitting him upside of his stupid, cheating, head! WHACK!! He screamed and grabbed the side of his head....blood gushed.....he started crying.....teachers came running.....and I smiled.....
Mr. Coursey, my principal, had no compassion for me as he paddled me that day, but I knew that William Lenart would never break another girl's heart again without thinking of ME and that ROCK!!
So......I DON'T LIKE VALENTINE'S DAY!!!