In my English class, earlier this week, my professor delivered on her promise to make us have flashbacks to elementary school.
We were told to bring a short Valentine/love poem to class so we could give a copy of it to each of our classmates. This is the poem I chose, by Grey Livingston:
Candle light, moon light, star light,
The brightest glow is from love light.
When we got to class, the professor passed around paper bags, stickers, scissors, highlighters, and colored pens. We spent maybe the first twenty minutes to half hour decorating our bags. True to her promise, I felt like I was back in elementary school.
And then! Our professor pulled out CHOCOLATE! She invited - almost ordered - us to take tons of it, because she didn't want to take any back home where it could be a temptation.
So we munched on chocolate as we passed out our Valentines to our classmates' bags and then discussed a few of them. Here's one that I liked, because of its different tone, by Zsa Zsa Gabor:
I want a man who's king and understanding.
Is that too much to ask a millionaire?
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