I was in 6th grade at St. Mary's in Goldsboro. On Valentine's Day all the afternoon classes were cancelled and basically we had a Valentine's Day party in our homeroom from after lunch until we went home. I had my generic Valentine's cards to put in everyone's envelopes... you remember that? You'd put a decorated envelope taped to your desk and people would put their cards for you in it. I had 2 or 3 "special cards" that were for my close friends (looking at you Kim!). So I was very excited even though I only got generic cards... no boys wanted to be my Valentine back then (fat geeky girls were just wallpaper, ya know?). I woke that morning with a fever. It was 99 or 100. I begged Mom... begged her to let me go to school. She finally said okay but told me "DO NOT tell Phyllis you are sick." Phyllis was the woman who drove us, and her son, to school in the morning (looking at you Mark!). So I climbed in the back seat and said nothing about feeling bad.
I sat through all my morning classes. And as the day progressed I felt worse and worse and worse. So at lunch I went to the office where they took my temperature. It was 102. I had that glazed over look by that point. So I went and gave my friends in the cafeteria their cards. Mom came and picked me up and I went home. And I was out of school for the next week. So yeah... I begged to go to school so I could work and still missed the party. :)
Tomorrow I'll tell about my favorite Valentine's Day (there is only one that was any good) as well as part of why I can't stand Valentine's Day.
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