My memory of Valentine's Day. We always exchanged valentines in my classes. And when it was time to address them to classmates, I always had a method. Spread out all valentines from box. Nicest/best were chosen first and those went to the "cute boys." Next nicest went to my friends. Then classmates I didn't interact with much or at all.
That left just one... the doggone ugliest valentine in the box. That one was always reserved for the thorn in my side... my nemesis, Patty. One year she made me soooo mad. Gave me a *pretty* valentine and caused me some serious guilt.