When I was in high school, our Student Committee did this thing where the students could order roses to be sent to a classmate of their choice. So if Jerry liked Mona, he would buy her one or more roses. And Mona could buy a rose for Jerry, as well. Then, on Valentine’s Day, the Student’s Committee would march in to the classroom in the middle of a lesson and pompously announce who had gotten roses. When a student’s name was called out, that student got up and walked to the front of the class to get their rose. Most people got their name called once, but some had been given more than one rose and had to walk back and forth several times. It was a very lengthy procedure. Some people didn’t get a rose. They just had to sit for half an hour and watch others get them. To anyone not completely caught up by their own rose-receiving, the whole scene was pretty depressing.
Now I wish I would have bought roses for those I knew wouldn’t get any.