Valentine’s Day.

I traditionally don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. (That I’ve been single most Valentine’s Days as an adult is a coincidence.)

But one Valentine’s Day does go down in Arleen history as the best I ever had.
1999.
I was a seventh grader with braces and glasses, in denial that I had curly hair. One morning, a few weeks before our class’s Valentine’s Day party, my homeroom teacher — Mrs. Svendsen — passed out a sheet of paper. On it was a list of every student in our class. Our instructions were as follows:
Next to each student’s name except your own, write a good quality about him or her. 
And without knowing why, we did. 
Which is why on Valentine’s Day, when Mrs. Svendsen handed us each a sealed envelope, we were not expecting what we found inside it.
I wonder if Mrs. Svendsen expected it to mean as much to us as it did (at least, it meant so much to me). 

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  • SVB

    That’s awesome what your teacher did. I think as we get older, Valentine’s Day starts to seem exclusive. If you’re not in a relationship, you miss out. So it’s nice that your teacher made sure EVERYONE in her class got a little pick-me-up for Valentine’s Day.

  • That’s a really good point! It sincerely was the best Valentine’s Day. We all need to affirm each other the way we did (even if unknowingly) and if we’re gonna use Feb. 14 as an excuse to do anything, I can’t think of anything better than that.

  • Anonymous

    Haha. “Quiet.”

    -Sterbs

  • @Sterbs: LOL.

  • Ahhh, the good old days. I remember my first grade class passing out cards to each other. Innocent smiles, a few winks. Pass out a card today and you get an assault charge and trip to court.