valentine's love fest

Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, and apparently not everyone is feeling the love. After second hour today, I discovered an anonymous love note on my desk suggesting that my student teacher "sux" and that I should get off my "ass and teach us something because Mrs. H is old and doesn't know jack-shit." Lovely. Apparently Mrs. H needs to teach her how to spell "sucks." I'll have to suggest that for tomorrow's lesson plans.

Anyway, in the spirit of the day, here's a poem written by this blog's namesake that, unlike the love note I received, may actually make you feel warm and fuzzy. Use it as you see fit.

i carry your heart with me - ee cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the secret that nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Okay, I feel better already. Happy Valentine's Day and try to save any nasty, passive-aggressive notes for the 15th.