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It is Valentines Day. I work in a 1st grade classroom, which means that I, along with my 22 students, made a mailbox out of a brown paper bag and construction paper hearts. At the “Friendship Party” this afternoon (modern, PC school) the kids played Heart Bingo and ate red snacks. The classroom teacher made a mistake with the bingo cards, so all the kids had the same numbers, albiet in different squares. As a result, all of the kids got “bingo” at the same time. it sounded something like this: “BIIIINGOOO!!!! AHHHH!! RAAARRGGG!!! I got BINGO!!! MAAAARRRHHH!!!! I won!!! BIINNGOOO!!!”
It was wild. I had big plans to make valentines (friendship cards?) for all of my kids, but 10pm last night found me cruising the picked-over holiday isle at Fred Meyer looking for love-in-a-box. I chose these “I Spy” valentines because they were vaguely educational.
My brown bag was delightfully full of disgusting fruity candy, Bratz valentines, Hello Kitty valentines, and most delightful of all, hand made valentines. Hand made by 1st graders. Oh yes. Allow me to quote my favorite:
(Written on business envelope with pencil) “To Welow. From Celeste and my little brother Quinn.”
(Inside, on computer paper, also in pencil) “Dear Welow. I hope you have the best valentines day ever! Love Celeste and my little brother Quinn.”
In other Valentine news, my Lover, Jake Longstreth, had flowers and a Marvin Gaye record delivered by our friend Steve. (Steve lives in my neighborhood. Lover Longstreth lives in California.) Among other innocent and racy gifts I sent him a card I made with my students. Unfortunately, I was so distracted while crafting this card that I spelled his last name wrong. It read, “Jake Longsreth, I love you..” Tell me, is it forgivable, under the circumstances? Sigh.
Your Valentine and Friend,
Welow