True love marked down
As a kid in Primary school, and being the absolute romantic that I am, I fell in love with my teacher.
Christians all over the world will be celebrating the Pagan Festival of Lupercalia (St. Valentines) in just a few days. Alas, apart from its commercial value, St Valentines day in a modern society doesn’t have much clout.
Sweethearts and love are something of the past I fear, and the modern boy and girl are given instruction at an early age, so that that by the time they are seven or eight, the magnetic attraction between the sexes is a natural biological function, provided they are not gay or lesbian. In which case a new set of rules and regulation apply.
As a kid in Primary school, and being the absolute romantic that I am, I fell in love with my teacher.
I know that there’s nothing unusual about that. Miss Maddox taught English, my favorite subject to this day, and she was also very aware that I was head over heels in love with her.
As the months went by, she allowed me various concessions that the other kids didn’t enjoy, like carrying her suitcase to the bus stop. Cleaning out her cupboard, and actually eating the apple that I’d brought for her.
I brought her trinkets most days – all tokens of my undying love.
Heavens, I even gave her my very last licorice all-sort. Mind you, it had been in my shorts pocket for over a week and through the washing machine, and shared my pocket with a common garden toad.
Often being accused of `brown-nosing’ by the other kids in class never had the slightest affect on my love for Miss Maddox. Come St. Valentines Day, I hit on a plan that would really prove my undying love.
I made up a card for her, something that would really knock her for six.
It took me about a week, and I used a complete drawing pad belonging to my elder sister in the process.
Colorful down to the very last letter, I wrote,the following words of love to her:
The berds are singing up abov
My hart kwivvers like a fether
It is becos I am in luv
With you for and for EVER.
Your Secret Valentine.
Y`know, she marked the damned thing in red ink, and gave me a `C’ for it! Plus a note across the top of the page saying “Watch your spelling Kennell”
That’s true love for you so don’t expect the impossible friends, (I thought I’d get at least an `A+’.)
