When L.O.V.E. is > Rob Lowe + Jello
It’s February 1st. Valentine vibes throb through the air. Mr. J. announces we’re reading Romeo and Juliet and I shoot straight up in my seat. Grip the sides of my desk tight. My scalp tingles and sparklers fizz inside my head. I hardly hear my classmates groan. Then Mr. J. says ten page essays are…