I kick ass at planning a lesson that fits exactly into one period.

Valentine's Day was named after one of three possible Saint Valentines, the most likely of which was the one who was the patron of greeting card manufacturers, lovers, beekeepers, and plague victims. He was also apparently one of the martyrs who got beheaded.

Evidently, if you pin bay leaves to your pillow on Valentine's Eve, you'll see your future lover in your dreams. Sounds like a good use for bay leaves to me, since as far as I can tell, all they do to food is make it annoying to eat.

When it is cold outside and the radiators are not on, it is also cold in the apartment. Yes, this should have been obvious; however, I'm so used to it being hot that an actual day of shivering kinda throws me off.

And what the hell, since it's Valentine's Day:

All my love. Seriously. You're a wonderful group of people with kind hearts and strong minds and I'm honored to know you, even if I'll never meet you.
I've been reading all these books published in the 1950s and 60s for a paper on how, while academics were all discussing the finer points of managing an integrated classroom, the south had a lot of trouble with, y'know, the basic desegregation part of an integrated classroom. And in a book called The Teacher and Integration, I came across the following passage:

Teachers handle the use of bad language in various ways. Jimmy, in the kindergarten, was playing with a toy. Suddenly he ripped out an oath, "You blank......."

The teacher, hearing it, said, "Jimmy, what does that mean?"

The child looked up and, smiling sweetly, said, "It means the car won't start."


Oh. Jimmy, you're probably my grandfather's age by now, but just so you know, I love you.

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