It’s the season of love painted in bouquets of red roses, heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and gifts that place monetary value on how much you really love a person.
Feb. 14 either consists of a romantic dinner date with a token valentine or spearing darts into the eyes of an unfortunate ex that has emotionally scarred you. And maybe empty cartons of chocolate-chip cookie-dough ice cream.
I remember a time when Valentine’s Day was a sweet occasion for everyone. In elementary school, it was a holiday party with heart-shaped sugar cookies and everyone getting a valentine.
Then there was high school, when V-Day invited life-sized, exotic animals into the hallways and the highest admiration of them all, the “I Love My Boyfriend” T-shirt.
But in college, the day after Feb. 13 is no different than Feb. 15. For collegiate men and women, Feb. 14 can mean the first biology exam of the semester, a 12-hour work day or a networking event without a valentine on the brain.
Unlike the previous 12 years of schooling fueled by tax dollars, college is not the best time to spend long nights on the telephone professing your love. If anything, you’re spending long nights trying to remind yourself why you even came to college.
I am juggling two jobs, two internships, school and extracurricular activities. I enjoy coming home after a long day and going to sleep without five missed calls from a clingy boyfriend (only my mom calls me that many times in one day).
I also enjoy dressing up every weekend and painting the town red, pink, blue, yellow and green with my best girlfriends.
I am waiting for the right person at the right time — not a temporary seat-filler to have for holidays like Valentine’s Day (known as D-day to some bitter singles). Don’t get me wrong, I am ecstatic for my friends who feel they have found “the one,” but everyone can’t find their “one” in college.
Instead, I am focused on what job I will have in the next six months, where I will live and approaching adulthood.
I may not have a charismatic boyfriend this Valentine’s Day and I am positive I will not have a life-size bouquet of roses waiting for me on my desk when I arrive at class. But I am surrounded by people that love me, which is all Valentine’s Day should be about — love.
Valentine’s Day isn’t just a day for couples — it’s a day to express love.
I will always be my parent’s valentine, so they’re stuck with me forever. I will not disgustedly sigh under my breath when I see a girl skipping around campus with her bouquet of roses.
I will enjoy Valentine’s Day as one of the many days my family and friends hear me say, “I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it!” And I will not settle for a man that doesn’t exceed my expectations just so I can bask in the satisfaction of having a valentine.
I have more valentines than I can count on one hand and I am perfectly content with my leading man still being my father.
I am waiting for the right guy to come along — a permanent and consistent guy who makes me squeal with unfathomable joy. All 365 days of the year.
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