Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I was going through some old boxes this weekend in an effort to get organized, and I came across my old high school English class journals. Remember those journals? How the teacher would give you a topic and you'd write about it for 10 minutes at the beginning of class?
Since my last post was about the lost art of kissing, I thought it appropriate to share an entry I found from Valentines Day when I was 16 years old.
The topic was love, and while you may not hear the voice of a future English teacher, you will definitely hear the voice of experience:
Kissing is what I want to write about today. Kissing can be one of the funnest things in the world, but it can also be obnoxious. I think it's only fun to kiss someone if you are mega attracted to them. And if you only kiss them for a little while--like a minute or so--because it seems like you would get bored of it after a long make-out session. Plus something might accidentally come next.
I think love is great, but it's not so great during the hard times. It is always better after the hard times are over. The funnest part about love is the beginning part when you can't think of anything else except that person, and you're always kind of nervous around that person. It's exciting, but that's another time when kissing can be obnoxious because it's hard to get over the obstacle of that first kiss.
No wonder I never graduated from seminary!