Valentine's Day is Dead to Me.

Yesterday I had a brilliant idea, inspired by a friend's Facebook post. I was reminded that Valentine's day has gone from the third or fourth most fun day in elementary school to a completely useless holiday in college. I realized the sole difference was the Valentine's shoebox. So in an attempt to revive that same spirit I loved so much in elementary school I woke up early this morning to make a Valentine's card shoebox. This is the story.

The Prep

I had an old Airwalk shoebox that I thought would work well, step one was to cover it up, because only the lazy kids who didn't smell very good had undecorated shoeboxes in elementary school. I decided to use an old edition of the scroll for the base decoration.

I then proceeded to cover it with hearts and words I printed out, the most important of which was my name, what good is a Valentine's shoebox without your name on it. Else how will they know to whom they're giving the Valentine?

Class the First

I didn't have high hopes for the first class of the day, I don't really do much talking in that class so I doubted I'd get much attention other than confused glances, and I definitely wasn't expecting any Valentine's.

I was right. 

The most interested conversation I had about the box went something like this?

 Kid: "What's with the box?"

Me: "I'm trying to bring back the valentine's shoebox tradition, it's in case anyone wants to give me Valentines."

Kid: "Oh."

And then the class ended. I managed to snap this pic before I headed out the door.

(you'll note that I added several candy kiss sayings to the box to make it seem more festive. I couldn't find my red marker, so I had to go with black)

Class the Second

Someone was nice enough to take a picture of me and my shame.

Now this class I was a little more excited for. I do a lot of talking in this class, and I actually know people, so I figured I'd get some comments and at least a few hastily scrawled Valentine's added to the bunch. Still no luck, people just were not interested at all. My favorite comment was from a kid with whom I talk a lot in this class, it went like this.

Kid: "Why do you have that box Alex?" (He uses my name as often as possible in conversations, I don't know why)

Me: "Oh you know, just trying to bring back the holiday spirit, whatever happened to the awesomeness of elementary school Valentine's days?"

Kid: "...we're not in elementary school anymore Alex, we grew up."

It quickly became apparent that using such a large box was a bad idea.

That one cut deep.

Class the Third

Third time's the charm right?

 

I was certain this class would be better, it's about three times the size of my second class, more people means more potential Valentine's cards right. Right, technically. I got about an equal number of comments, but one girl had apparently come to school prepared this Valentine's day, she had a binder full of cards ready, and was quick to fill it out and add it to the box.

Otherwise, like the previous class, all the box served to do was make it hard to work on my desk.

In Summation

After a long hard day, I was excited to get home and tally my bounty.

 Here are the results:

All things considered, I was quite proud of the box.

Lid's off! Let's look inside!

Oh, just as I suspected. One card.

Fortunately, it was a scratch and sniff that smelled like chocolate. Which easily counts as two cards.

What did I learn from this? I learned that apparently the real meaning of Valentine's day has been lost to my generation. Everyone is too busy holding hands with and buying gifts for their significant other to take time to think about the real reason we celebrate this holiday. If we can't even take time out of this busy season to stop and fill out small tear off cards for people we hardly know, how can we possibly hope for a day without war or violence, a day when we can all live in peace? We can't, and until people start thinking about what really matters again, we may never see that day.

Some people may claim that it's time for me to start growing up. I would argue the opposite, I think it's time for people to finally admit that they really haven't grown up at all.

**UPDATE** 

The spirit of Valentine's day is not dead! I returned to my room to find that one of my roommates had taken time to remember what the day is really all about, and had acted accordingly. There is hope for the world yet.