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by: Candee Stark
Valentine's Day...the day of love right? Many years ago, 22
to be exact, I was a senior in high school. Just prior to Valentine's Day our
student council representative got on the intercom during morning announcements
and told us about an upcoming fundraiser.
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Student council was going to sell carnations for an entire
week. It was further explained that there would be three colors available: red,
pink, and white.
Red was to signify love, pink said, "I really like you"
and white was for friendship. The carnations could be ordered ahead of time
but wouldn't be delivered until Valentine's Day during homeroom. The whole school
buzzed with excitement over the prospect of it. Everyone discussed it but the
girls couldn't contain themselves as they wondered which lucky girl would get
the most red ones. Little snippets of conversations could be heard floating
through the hallways:
"I bet she will send some to him!"
"I am going to send her six red ones!"
"Do you think he will send one to me?"
"I am going to get a white one for each of my friends."
"Do you think he will send her a pink one or a red one?"
"I wonder who will get the most?"
The conversations continued in this manner until the first
day of sales. On that particular day a certain group of girls started gossiping
and acting cruel. I am sure you might be able to imagine the kind of girls I
am talking about as they can be found in every high school across America.
They view themselves as pretty, perfect and popular but in
truth are very shallow and unhappy individuals. I had a feeling you would know
what I meant! Anyway, these girls aimed their barbs towards another girl in
our class. This girl was neither homely, nor attractive but she had such non-distinctive
looks that she kind of just blended into her surroundings.
In fact when I really think about it, nothing about her looks
nor the way she acted warranted much attention. She was quiet and to my knowledge
never said anything unkind about anyone. I knew she was a good student because
I sat close enough to her in a few of my classes to notice that her papers were
always branded with A's when they were handed back to her.
In voices just loud enough to be heard, they mentioned this
girl by name and joked that they knew for sure she wouldn't get a single flower.
The girl just lowered her head and pretended not to hear but I knew she did.
It broke my heart to witness their gross display of humor as they mocked her
over and over that day and in fact, for the rest of the week. I toyed with the
idea of sending the girl a white carnation but I must admit that I wasn't brave
enough. I knew what they were doing was wrong but I didn't know what to do,
so like everyone else, I did nothing.
The big day finally arrived and I was excited as everyone else
but a little nervous too. What if I didn't have a single carnation delivered
to me during homeroom. I knew if that happened, I would die of embarrassment!
I had ordered a white carnation for each of my friends and I was secretly hoping
that they at least did the same for me. Of course there was a certain boy I
was hoping to get one from too!
That day we were told that the fundraiser was a huge success
and that homeroom would need to be extended so all of the flowers could be delivered.
Each member of the student council was armed with carnations and they roamed
from room to room delivering the blooms. I chatted with my friend for what seemed
like an eternity before our door was opened for the first time.
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We held a collective breath and exhaled in unison as only one
flower was delivered, a white one for my homeroom teacher! The student council
members continued to come in and out of our room. Our first big delivery was
4 carnations for a boy sitting to my right. I couldn't believe a boy was the
first one in the room to get red! The carnations continued to trickle in.
After receiving 3 white carnations and realizing I wouldn't
have to die from embarrassment of not getting any, my attention was drawn to
the girl next to me. You know the one I mean, the smart one that the other girls
had harassed all week. She sat perfectly still with her hands folded in front
of her on her desk. I wondered if I should lean over and give her one of my
flowers but I didn't want to embarrass her. It was during these musings when
I saw three red carnations being placed on her desk. She looked up and smiled
but just continued to sit there; she didn't even reach out and touch them! I
wasn't the only one that had noticed either; people were starting to whisper
and point in her direction.
I could tell the other girls were a bit jealous because not
a single girl in the class had received more than one red carnation at this
point. Then things really started to get wild. Each time a student council member
came in, at least one of the carnations in their stack was for her and they
were all red!
At this point as best as I could tell, she had 7 red carnations
stacked neatly on her desk. The class started getting a little rowdy and each
time a red carnation was placed on her desk, we all cheered. OK, the boys cheered,
the girls mostly just glared.
I knew I was witnessing something great and I tried to seek
out the "gossip girls" just to see their reactions to this unexpected
twist of events. There were three of them in our class and two of them had a
few pink and white carnations on their desk and the third had a handful of white
ones. I was thrilled by what was happening but I had to also wonder who had
sent her all of the carnations....did she have a secret admirer?
My thoughts were interrupted by the crackle of the intercom
and the voice of our principal wishing us a Happy Valentine's Day. He went on
to explain that all of the carnations had been distributed and then in his long-winded
manner, thanked the Student Council for a job well done.
I heard a commotion behind me as one of the "gossip girls"
got up out of her chair and ran out of the room. I heard later that one of the
boys teased her about not getting any red carnations which made her start to
cry. I didn't even feel bad for her as my attention was focused on the pile
of red carnations sitting on the desk next to me. What I noticed next was the
smile on the girl's face. It truly was a great day!
I don't know for sure but I heard she was given 24
red carnations that day. We don't know who gave them to her but I am
glad someone did. I will never forget her nor will I forget that day. Oh, I
did fairly well too. I received a handful of white carnations and I got a special
pink one. Yes, it was from a guy, not the guy I was secretly hoping to get one
from from a great friend of mine that was hoping to make my day special. And
you know what? It was special!
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