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What a difference 31 years makes

Valentine’s Day 1981

Dear Diary,

Yesterday after our basketball game (we lost; 54-3 — ugh!), I sat up in the bleachers and B. said, ” I really hate you — but I like your sister, Kay. She’s neat. Tell her hi from me and I’ll ask her if you did, and if you don’t, I’ll beat you up.” He said that with kinda a nice smile on his face. Then just a little while later, I was sitting on the bleachers with my knees on them and B. said, “Move your knees” and he sat down right beside me!!! Even Carrie noticed! Wow! And he knows I like him because I wrote a poem for English and Mr. O read it to the 7th hour class and T.J. found out about it and now everyone knows. Here’s the poem:

This Guy

The boy, his name is Anthony.
He’s got it all as you will see.
He’s bright, he’s tall, he runs real fast,
And in a race, he’s never last.

In basketball, he is the best.
He is so smart, he’ll ace a test.
But when he looks at me, I’m shy
And that is why I like this guy.

Whadya think? If I ever go with B., I’m gonna give this poem to him.

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I laugh at my 14-year-old self on so many levels when I read this entry. First of all, I guess I had my priorities right on Valentine’s Day. I can’t imagine that 54-3 basketball game now, but I’m sure it was pure torture for my poor coach. All the attention it got from me was “ugh.” The rest of my entry was about the most important thing in my life: Boys! Or at least, one boy.

Are eighth grade boys still like that? Do they say, “I hate you” and “I’ll beat you up” when they like you? And can eighth grade girls see through it? From my limited experience with eighth graders in recent years, I’m thinking this is fourth grade behavior. Eighth graders are doing a lot more than sitting next to each other on the bleachers. Makes one yearn for the good ol’ days.

And I can’t believe my English teacher Mr. O really thought my poetry had any value beyond amusing himself as he outed me as lovestruck. He might have enjoyed the unfolding soap opera he unleashed by reading my work out loud, not to my class, but to a different one. If you’re teaching eighth grade English, that’s probably as good as it gets.

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Valentine’s Day 2012

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Well, I know for sure I’m part of an old married couple. We went out for dinner at a corner cafe (because we were avoiding the crowd at the local pub) and I ate my entire 10-ounce burger with bleu cheese, bacon and onions. I can’t believe I at the whole thing. A Valentine’s meal on a date with someone you’re trying to impress would never include onions or be completely eaten.

I got a portable FM radio for Valentine’s Day so I can listen to MPR while running. And I gave my Beloved a carrot cake muffin. And a Valentine that said, “Be my Valentine.”

Over dinner, we reminisced about the past five Valentine’s Days together, and I asked my Beloved what makes him happy when he thinks back about our relationship. And he said, “I’m happy that I’m happier every year.”

Now that’s progress. A lot better than being in eighth grade and being told, “I hate you.” That’s happily every after.

Yearbooks: A rite of spring

April 13, 1980

Dear Diary,

I didn’t see Chris walk by today. Boo-hoo. I was looking through my old annual and he’s a tennis player! He is cute. Speaking of annuals. Since I’m on the annual staff, I was one of the first to see the new annuals! They are great but I’m not! I am not photogenic. How sick! I look terrible in pictures. But the page I did turned out real nice. I am not supposed to tell anyone about the new annuals and it is driving Amy crazy! She wants to know so bad but I can’t tell her.

April 29, 1980

Dear Diary,

For annual staff we voted on editors and I voted for me and Krista. But I have a horrible feeling that I might get it. And Todd will, too. That is horrible. I would die. We get our annuals on May fifth. That’s when we get to know who is editors. Mmm.

May 5, 1980

Dear Diary,

They are selling annuals tomorrow. And they are announcing the editors for next year! I hope I get to be one! But I may not get it.

May 6, 1980

Dear Diary,

I’m an editor! I’m an editor! I’m so glad! And Amy is on annual staff! This has been a great day. It would have been evenbetter if I found out for sure if [name deleted to protect the innocent] liked me. That would be great! I’m an editor with Krista Boline. That’s super, too. She’ll be good to work with. I think Todd and Rick are jealous. HA HA TODD!

I don’t know if fleeting text messages and electronic MySpace/Facebook have replaced eternal school yearbooks today, but I still have my yearbooks, a.k.a. annuals, from seventh grade through my senior year. Annuals were an exciting thing about the end of the school year and I looked forward to having friends write ridiculous and sublime things in all them. Here are a few excerpts:

Seventh grade: “It’s been fun! Even through the ‘hard times.’ Being in your fights aren’t too fun. Listening to your ‘boy fantasies’ get boring sometimes especially when we were already late for school.” Signed “F/F/A [Friends forever always], Amy”

Eighth grade: “To the nicest person I’ve ever hated.” Signed by a seventh grade nerd.

Ninth grade:“Problems, problems. The world is full of problems. Good thing you’ve got some good solutions.” Signed “F/F Confucius” [a.k.a. the girl who became my college roommate and remains my best friend]

10th grade: “It’s been real nice having you as a neighbor even though we didn’t talk that much. I hope I see you next year, I also hope you have a locker by me next year. See ya next year or possibly this summer. Stay away from the rowdies and wild parties.” Signed by the boy who I did date seriously the following year.

11th grade’s yearbook has been misplaced, probably in my ex-husband’s bookcase two states away.

12th grade: “It’s been great even though we didn’t learn anything in Physics. Good luck always and have fun in college.” Signed by a boy I don’t even remember being in physics, but I’m sure he’s right about not having learned anything. This is especially funny because my stepdaughter is now a wiz at physics.