Title: Valentine’s Day is Here to Stay! (I Hope).
Type: Short Story
(The title is at once enthusiastic and skeptical. That pretty much sums up my youth.)
It was February 6. Within two days our class would have the so called “Best party of our lives.” (How self indulgent that the “best party of our lives” was on my birthday and not actually Valentine’s Day.) There were different squads. The decorations squad, the food squad and the bathroom squad. The bathroom squad were the people who would clean up regurgitated food. Otherwise known as “throw up.” (Thanks for the clarification, 11-year-old.) Last year a few people had “thrown up” and the janitor had to do the dirty work. (What’s with the quotes? Are we talking literal throw up or is this a euphemism for something grosser? Were 11-year-olds wasted? So many unanswered questions!!) This year it was the kids’ responsibility. (Seems fair. It’s not like the janitor is paid to do that and kids are pretty thorough cleaners when it comes to disinfecting stomach bile on school property.)