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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Valentine (05/16/05)
Dear Journal,

I think I’m gonna puke. She’s cute! Not just cute, she’s I’d-give-all-my-marbles-just-to-spend-time-with-her cute. It’s getting so I can’t even breathe right.

It seemed like just yesterday I thought she was a witch. I was just sure she had a bumper sticker on her car that said, “My other car’s a broomstick”. But today she’s so different. It’s like everything she wasn’t yesterday - she is today. It sort of reminds me of onion rings and ice cream. No, she’s much better than onion rings and ice cream. Not as cold and I’ve never heard her crunch.

Sure we’ve had our share of troubles. What couple hasn’t? But she completes me - and I don’t even know what that means.

You may not believe it, but there was a time when I didn’t want nothing to do with her (woops, I just remembered I called her a witch - so you already know that). She was always mean to me - if I wanted her to like me, I had to do stuff. I always heard that God loves us no matter what and I wasn’t exactly thrilled that she would only like me if I did stuff the way she wanted - but I played her little game and now I’m hooked like my dad’s right ear the last time we went fishing.

There were others that started to like her about the same time I did. That didn’t make me very happy at all. If you were to fall in love with someone and you found out that at least six other guys suddenly caught themselves drooling on their gym shoes for her - well - it tends to ruin an otherwise perfect day, not to mention your friends have smelly shoes and white junk on their faces.

The worst part has to be that there are times when she doesn’t even act like she knows that I’m in love with her. I know that I am because I can’t feel my right knee cap. I haven’t checked with a doctor yet, but I think that’s a bad sign. Maybe not as bad as a singing spleen, but it’s gotta mean something.

She’s given me stuff to remember her by, she gives me notes almost every day. I love the way she writes my name. It sort’a says, “Hey, Bub - wanna get hitched?” Someday she’ll cook me breakfast and make sure I never run out of twisted cheese curls, peanut butter and Pop Rocks - three great tastes that taste great together.

She just looks at me and I feel like a piece of bubble gum on the playground in August - you know, the kind you get on your shoe and collects all the gravel between the playground and your house - you get home with a pink boulder on your foot.

Miss Sherlock is so wonderful, if she’d just give me a chance I know I could make her happy. I’ve got upwards of $12 and a Gameboy. We could probably spend a few years with my parents until I get through fifth grade, but she could help out with the rent, her having a job and all.

I gave her a card for Valentine’s Day and I’ll never forget what she said to me, “That’s sweet.” I keep hearing that line over and over in my mind, she’s really got a way with words. Then she gave me a bag filled with those itty bitty candy bars and a popcorn ball - the kind with M&M’s. How did she know it was my favorite? I think she’s been asking around.

I know I promised Tiffany I would marry her last year, but she’s just a girl. Miss Sherlock is so much more. She can drive, most of the time she smells like a flower shop and she can eat out whenever she wants to. The rest of the girls in my class don’t usually smell any better than the boys - just one big happy gym locker - except for Miss Sherlock who must have passed all her hygiene classes (I take that back, Sylvia usually smells like Listerine).

Tomorrow, I’m gonna ask Miss Sherlock to go steady with me - if I can remember to breathe when I talk to her. That was really embarrassing when I almost passed out just trying to get a bathroom pass.

Gotta go to bed, Journal. Thanks for listening.

Billy (Ummm, I mean William)
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Member Comments
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Date
Dixie Phillips
05/23/05
This is adorable. Brought a smile to my face.
Leslie Lamb
05/23/05
Very sweet! The journal style writing was compeling to read.
darlene hight
05/23/05
Extremely fun entry. I have a guess who wrote it but I'm not saying....yet. :)
Maxx .
05/23/05
nice and lighthearted! great work
dub W
05/23/05
I liked this, fun reading.
Val Clark
05/25/05
Great little story!
Lynda Lee Schab 
05/26/05
Oh, how many little boys have crushes on their teachers? Too cute! Loved the "I'm gonna puke" opener - drew me right in. Some great one-liners. I also think I know who wrote this. Hmmm. We'll see.
Great humor writing - lots of fun!
Blessings, Lynda
Corinne Smelker 
05/27/05
LOL - as an ex-teacher I remember those days only too well - and I think you captured the angst very well.

Love the line, "upwards of $12 and a Gameboy..."
Phyllis Inniss 
05/28/05
A very refreshing read.
Suzanne R
05/30/05
So this was yours ... I LOVED it! You will keep entering, won't you, even if you don't chat on the boards? I found this very refreshing and loved the way it took me a little while to figure out what sort of love you were talking about. Great reading. Thanks.
Debbie OConnor
05/30/05
Glenn, this is AWESOME! So funny! I love it as much as a popcorn ball with M&Ms on it. Maybe even enough to puke! :)
Lois Jennison Tribble
05/30/05
Great fun, Glenn! Love the way you held us in suspense while unraveling Billy's character. Congratulations on another win!