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A YOUNG MAN’S LONG, AWKWARD, OCCASIONALLY<br />
TRAGIC, AND FREQUENTLY HUMILIATING<br />
EDUCATION IN AFFAIRS OF THE HEART, PART I:<br />
VALENTINE’S DAY<br />
It was my first year at H. A. Jack, the primary school I transferred to after leaving Maryvale.<br />
Valentine’s Day was approaching fast. I was twelve years old, and I’d never done Valentine’s<br />
Day before. We didn’t celebrate it in Catholic school. I understood Valentine’s Day, as a<br />
concept. The naked baby shoots you with an arrow and you fall in love. I got that part. But<br />
this was my first time being introduced to it as an activity. At H. A. Jack, Valentine’s Day was<br />
used as a fundraiser. Pupils were going around selling flowers and cards, and I had to go ask a<br />
friend what was happening.<br />
“What is this?” I said. “What are we doing?”<br />
“Oh, you know,” she said, “it’s Valentine’s Day. You pick a special person and you tell<br />
them that you love them, and they love you back.”<br />
Wow, I thought, that seems intense. But I hadn’t been shot by Cupid’s arrow, and I didn’t<br />
know of anyone getting shot on my behalf. I had no clue what was going on. All week, the<br />
girls in school kept saying, “Who’s your valentine? Who’s your valentine?” I didn’t know<br />
what I was supposed to do. Finally one of the girls, a white girl, said, “You should ask<br />
Maylene.” The other kids agreed. “Yes, Maylene. You should definitely ask Maylene. You have<br />
to ask Maylene. You guys are perfect for each other.”<br />
Maylene was a girl I used to walk home from school with. We lived in the city now, me,<br />
my mom and Abel, who was now my stepfather, and my new baby brother, Andrew. We’d sold<br />
our house in Eden Park to invest in Abel’s new garage. Then that fell apart, and we ended up<br />
moving to a neighborhood called Highlands North, a thirty-minute walk from H. A. Jack. A<br />
group of us would leave school together every afternoon, each kid peeling off and going their<br />
separate way when we reached their house. Maylene and I lived the farthest, so we’d always<br />
be the last two. We’d walk together until we got where we needed to go, and then we’d part<br />
ways.<br />
Maylene was cool. She was good at tennis, smart, cute. I liked her. I didn’t have a crush<br />
on her; I wasn’t even thinking about girls that way yet. I just liked hanging out with her.<br />
Maylene was also the only colored girl in school. I was the only mixed kid in school. We were<br />
the only two people who looked like each other. The white girls were insistent about me<br />
asking Maylene to be my valentine. They were like, “Trevor, you have to ask her. You’re the