Lisa revisits the subject of flowers
I'm going through these flower tags, and I just love it. That isn't sarcasm. I seriously love it. I love that one kid who came and bought four the first day, and put a first name, a room, and an hour. I told him it'd probably be better if he put the last name too. He looked at me helplessly and said, "That's all I could get" before he ran off to class. I love how half of them are completely un-serious, and half of them are completely forward, brave, and awkward, but trying to pass off as "just a flower". Then there are the ones in between, that people like to make look like jokes...but they're not. There are the stalker flowers - the ones where a girl gets 12 pink ones, all unsigned, or 20 flowers throughout the day, each with a slightly creepy but well-intentioned message. There are the flowers that people try to use for the dance...unfortunately, they probably didn't realize that these flowers are going out the day before the dance, and as much as I wish I could try to tell them in time, I can't track the nameless ones down. There are the ones where each tag has a word, and all together, they form a sentence. There's the girl who will most likely get a sentence formed like this as the day goes on: Dance, will, you, me?, come, with. There are the girls who send out anonymous secret admirer flowers to multiple boys...all in the same class, in the same handwriting. There are the ones I expected, the ones I didn't expect, the ones I'll keep secret for them. And then there are the ones where you know everything, you know everything that's happened between people, and it's all put on the line with one little "Happy Valentine's Day!" and it almost breaks your heart.