Teenage Valentine

Or not. Yeah, I didn’t date much then, still don’t. Whatever

February 8

6th grade (yes, we have a rare 6th grade entry): (in the corner I wrote “Gary Coleman’s B.day”) Dad has company. B

I don’t recall who the company was but I’m guessing they were work people. And I think it was purely coincidence that they were there on Gary Coleman’s birthday as I was probably the only member of the family who celebrated. Yes, I loved him and “Diff’rent Strokes” was a favorite show for a long time (though I can’t recall why it was spelled diff‘rently. Knowing the life he had now makes me sad.

I also am not sure why inspired this sudden inspiration to journal at this time. The company? Arnold?

8th grade: I went to [high school], I like it.

I got to visit the high school I was planning to attend. My guide was my cousin who was a freshman and a good mentor/role model. Thanks for being there for me, cuz.

February 14

8th grade: I didn’t get a flower from anyone, I was really hurt.

Oh kid, I’m so sorry. It does hurt. I didn’t have many friends at the school and certainly not any strong enough that I would give a flower to or expect in return. It did sting though. When people talk about bullying and the wussification of kids they sometimes forget what it’s like back then. Now I don’t give a sh*t that I don’t have a valentine. It was tough back then because it appeared to be great for everyone else. My guess is that there were others hurt as well. Why didn’t the teachers make sure that each kid had at least one? Not dogging on the teachers since they have so much to do but someone should have made sure that no one was without.

Pity party over.

That was it for the month of February. Rest up for a wild March though, it appears to come in like a lion.

Happy Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday to all who celebrate. I give you all a flower.