I’m dreading the super-hyped up, sugar-coma induced, love-intoxified, hormone-driven, inevitable tear-producing day that will ensue tomorrow. Yes, for those of you outside a classroom, you may have to endure a day where the lady three cubicles away will act overwhelmingly surprised by the dozen roses her “sweet husband” sent to her. Or maybe you’re the poor sap who shilled out the money for the overpriced cliche of a present. Whatever the case, it’s safe to say that most of you adults out there will be living out your Valentine’s Day in your own adult way.
We teachers will be soothing the egos of rejected boys and girls, drying the tears of the girl whose boyfriend (if you can really call it that) “cheated” on her because he danced with her frenemy during the Valentine’s Day dance, and trying to encourage the shy one with the crush to just go on and give that special someone the sweet, handwritten note. Yes, there’s no doubt it will be an eventful day tomorrow filled with ups and downs, middle school drama, and an overpowering aroma of Axe in the air. Wish me luck!
What’s your favorite middle school Valentine’s Day memory?